'Twas a grumpy gardener
Pushing around his rusty wheelbarrow
You couldn't miss its rickety clanging
Christmas morn came
By the tree stood a cutting-edge wheelbarrow
'Twas a happy gardener
Tending to his garden beds.
'Twas a night owl kind of a girl
Sleep eluded her completely
Couldn't get up in the morning
Was dreaming of a new pillow
To rest her sleepy head
Old man Christmas delivered
She had the softest dreams hereafter!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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