Christmas Kid

Came upon a Christmas scene right inside my house,

wasn’t like a Christmas tree – not a Christmas mouse.

There among the bears she was – that is where she hid,

a pretty picture was she there – a smiling Christmas Kid.

No asking is she good or bad – I am a biased one,

she is a kid extraordinaire – a pleasure next to none.

No gifts from Santa do I ask – no fantasies I bid,

I’ve got the best already here – a super Christmas Kid.

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