Prima began to stitch and sew
An outfit flow of Christmas glow
The red and white of the the jolly man
The outfit of the North Pole land.
Only the outfit of Santy Claus would fit,
For this masquerade of stealing gifts!
As for Laverna, she was to bear a set of horns,
"To look like a reindeer!" Prima could've sworn.
So the two worked and worked all day,
To prepare for the nights foray!
The finally the time had come,
the setting of the sun.
All the chickens and hens,
All the prey,
Went home to lay their heads.
They would sleep, and wait for morning,
While Prima would be coming in, without warning.
As they would dream,
Prima would be stealing the tree!
All Prima would have to do now,
Was wait.
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The Weasel Who Stole Christmas
HumorIn The Haven the night before Christmas a legend of the name Prima watches in spite. Her heart too small, depletes at the sight of bright Christmas lights. So late one night she decides
