The day after Christmas
a poem, by Megan P
Twas the day after Christmas and all through the warehouse, Not a creature was stirring, not even a woodmouse.
The elves had all hung their tools with great care, And Najta was left alone in the workshop so bare.
She thought fondly of they year that was filled with activity, and wondered about all her new friends at dear Zivity.
What were they up to on a day such as this?
Did they enjoy their gifts, would they experience bliss?
What should the elf do, alone at the North pole, But come up with a set for those who received coal.
Little did she know, while she was concocting this rhyme, Someone was watching her in the workshop the entire time…
http://www.zivity.com/models/Natja/photosets/7
Twas the day after Christmas and all through the warehouse, Not a creature was stirring, not even a woodmouse.
The elves had all hung their tools with great care, And Najta was left alone in the workshop so bare.
She thought fondly of they year that was filled with activity, and wondered about all her new friends at dear Zivity.
What were they up to on a day such as this?
Did they enjoy their gifts, would they experience bliss?
What should the elf do, alone at the North pole, But come up with a set for those who received coal.
Little did she know, while she was concocting this rhyme, Someone was watching her in the workshop the entire time…
http://www.zivity.com/models/Natja/photosets/7