Someone in your chimney,
After the kids have gone to bed,
Night comes and he arrives,
While the kids rest their heads,
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He likes milk,
And warm cookies,
Sat by the fire,
While he leaves goodies by the tree,
For the kids to admire,
So who is he?

©The Pesky Poet

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