You all know of Santa,
You know of his Deer and his Elves,
But there’s something I doubt you’ve yet heard,
He’s added another to North Pole’s herd.
She is long and she is low,
Her fur is red,
With a little white,
And she loves Mr. Santa,
With all her might.
From the beginning of time,
‘Til a few hundred years ago,
Santa needed just Reindeer and Elves,
To keep toys piled high,
On the Royal Toy Factory’s shelves.
Then came a day,
When Santa got bored,
He thought to himself,
“I deserve a reward.”
“I need someone to share the cookies,
I need someone who’ll always be available,
When the Deer and the Elves,
Are completely unbearable.”
So there is the reason,
For this lovely Christmas town,
To have welcomed a dog,
Appearing to be a dachshund.
Named Cookie Paws,
By Santa himself,
For peanut-butter caramel cookies,
The yummiest treats,
To pass through his jaws.
Miz Cookie has become,
An everlasting fixture here,
Reindeer, Elves, and Santa,
All are happier with her near.
This little beast is loved,
She fits in very well,
No one she meets,
Is immune to her spell.
Cookie Paws proves very useful,
As Santa’s Main Companion,
She keeps him feeling youthful.
Always for them,
A grand time is had,
And sometimes their activities,
Are just this side of bad.
Taste-testing all the cookies,
With Santa at her side,
Is a daily entertainment,
And luckily for Cookie Paws,
North Pole is a Fairy Town,
So this will not affect her size.
Twice-weekly practice,
For the famous Christmas Eve Run,
Is quite a lot of fun,
Mr. Santa hitches up his sleigh,
To help keep boredom in the barn at bay.
Across the sky they shoot,
Invisible when airborne,
Where they will go,
Only the Deer know.
When the chosen rooftop has been reached,
And Santa Claus has parked,
The Reindeer get fed hay,
So Santa Claus and Cookie Paws,
Can be on their way.
“Because” reasons Santa,
“Damned if I’ll waste this trip!
It’s not often I get to explore,
When I’m parked in this zip.”
Cookie Paws at his side,
Both rested from the ride,
So much for them to see and do,
When they’re amongst me and you.
Mr. Santa’s pretty clever,
Once they’re on the ground,
His famous Red Suit,
Disappears without a sound,
So now he’s just like us,
And there will be no fuss.
Around the city they go,
To the beaches and shops and malls,
They tour until Cookie Paws is about to fall.
Then some evenings there are Cocoa Dances,
In the massive Field Of Nuts And Chocolates,
At the center of this Field,
There is a tremendous run-in,
With open sides to let the sun in.
Located between Santa’s Palace and the Royal Toy Factory,
All of North Pole gathers in harmony,
With its barbeque pit,
And marble floors,
For one and all,
The Cocoa Dances are a hit.
Mr. Santa grills dinner for everyone,
And the Elves load up on spiked hot chocolate,
Then they dance the night away,
With Miz Cookie as deejay.
After all of these activities,
It’s time for home and bed,
They need cookies and they need rest,
Ten hours is best,
So they’ll have energy to be around,
Long after we are dead.
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