this Christmas will not be spent alone,
step out of your zone,
and find a vase of flower heads,
that will remain next to your beds.
they will speak to you,
perhaps even cook for you,
they will fill your heart with joy,
even give you a toy,
at the dinner table
tell you an interesting fable,
they'll make you smile,
while you sit by your present pile,
santa had gotten,
the wrapping somehow smooth as cotton,
the flower heads will keep you company,
as you're wrapped up in your covers comfy,
you close your eyes to go to sleep,
this time you don't weep.
but when you wake up the next morning,
a smile on your face, adorning,
you opened your eyes as you laid in bed,
but you see no flower head,
you search in wonder and fear,
while you shed a simple tear,
as you see the letter,
slightly start to feel better,
knowing that a flower head,
saved you from your dread,
so now they must leave,
but you shall not grieve,
with a merry christmas the letter ends,
you've made yourself some friends.
