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On a cold winter's night
All alone in his cell
Sat the imprisoned Thief
Where the naughty ones dwell.
He plotted and plotted
Sugar plums were no use
He had to get out
He had to break loose!
In another part of town,
Looking bright and quite dapper,
In a room full of ribbons
was the Department Store Wrapper.
He wrapped and he wrapped
The final gift was complete:
A present for someone
He'd yet have to meet!
Back at the Candy Prison
Panic was running about.
The Thief had eaten the bars
and licked his way out!
And when the Wrapper looked down
his foundation was shaken.
The wrapped package was gone!
The gift had been taken!
Outdoors in the forest
Amongst the snow and the ice
Waged a war for the gift
Between Naughty and Nice.
A fight for the right,
Which is never forsaken,
That gifts are to be given
And not to be taken!
So just how do you detain a Christmasy Thief?
You trap him inside a Christmasy wreath!
(I know that doesn't quite rhyme, but get into it. It's Christmas!)
And when the Wrapper realized
that they had just met
He decided this Christmas
he'll forgive and forget.
So he gave the Thief a present
Without a box or a bow
The gift of a friend; someone to know.
A fellow to call on.
A chum to trust.
A new friendship to cherish;
A holiday must!
And the Thief, without thieving
Took this present to heart
And learned that love
Is a gift not an art.
And throughout the years
Though the fought
once or twice (maybe thrice)
The gift kept on giving
Such a poetic device!
And if you missed this short story
This rhyme should suffice:
That there's joy in gift giving,
And between Naughty and Nice!
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"