Snowflake Rose and the Santa Suit

‘Twas neigh on Christmas, Santa Fee was getting morose

His wardrobe was threadbare, he felt like a church mouse

His jacket was worn thin; his pants were so thread bare

A new Santa suit was needed, but no money could he spare

He prayed for a miracle and dreamed at night in his bed

Dreams of a lovely red suit, kept filling his poor head

With the North Pole mortgage and the income tax rapped

Santa’s budget was red-lined, all his finances tapped

Then out of the blue Snowflake Rose arrived in a flash

With a ho, ho, ho she landed at the North Pole with a crash

She measured and studied and searched bargain stores

Finding just what she needed, between Santa Fee’s snores

With pins, needles and thread, she soon caused to appear

A new plush suit of velour that to Santa’s eye brought a tear

Now like Rudolph in history, Snowflake Rose has a place

In Santa Fee’s heart, that no one else can ever displace…