I baked a dozen cookies
and I put them on a plate,
and I set them out for Santa Claus,
except for one I ate.
That cookie was amazing
and I couldn't quite resist...
so I ate another one
that I was sure would not be missed.
I knew it wouldn't matter
if I only ate one more.
Then I gobbled up another one.
Why not? That's only four.
I accidentally dropped
another couple on the ground.
I knew Santa wouldn't want them
so I swiftly scarfed them down.
Another couple disappeared.
I may have eaten those,
though I couldn't say for certain,
but I guess that's how it goes.
I figured four was likely more
than Santa Claus would need
so I polished off another few
with unexpected speed.
Before I knew what happened
all the damage had been done,
and I realized I'd accidentally
eaten every one.
I guess it's best, since Santa
sort of needs to watch his weight.
When he visits us this Christmas
I sure hope he likes the plate.
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