So White was the snowfall on the wintery land
that even Father Frost felt the cold on his bitter, blue hands.
He crept through the forest, chilling and scary,
when he happened on an elf by the name of Wee Harry.
‘Are you friendly out there; can you help me?’ he asked.
‘My fire’s barely sparking and I can no longer last!’
‘Perhaps I can warm you through these unfriendly winters
by transforming your sparks into crackling Cinders.‘
With that, they went off and the fire did roar,
but
He insisted the elf owed him a wee favour,
one with a rather sinister flavour.
‘You must visit the grotto and steal me a gift.
He can’t know that it’s gone and you must be swift.
I need facial assistance and for that you must forage
in his magical lab and take Santa’s Rice Porridge!’
‘Must I be as the wind, like some spooky old Ghost?
Can’t I simply just ask? If I’m caught, I am toast!’
But there was no need for burglary or a life on the lam,
because down through the chimney came a familiar fat man.
‘I’m loving your rhymes and your holiday banter.
Fear not, my friends, it’s Satsumo Santa.’
As his citrusy scent transformed the air,
His festive companions appeared from nowhere.
Sexy Boy jumped back, his annoyance was felt.
‘That fire’s too hot, it could make this Star Melt.‘
But Santa wanted it hot, his friend had become stolid;
a curious accident, a Snow Fairy Solid.
‘You should leave her,’ said Harry. ‘She smells even better.’
She’s happy as perfume, you ought to just set her!’
They eventually confirmed that she sought no reprieve.
In her new solid form, they Want To Believe.
They lit up a lantern that sent everyone wacko,
the spicy and warming aroma of Jacko.
As a Fairy Tail mouse scuttled from Santa’s sleeve,
so ended this whimsical blue Christmas Eve
