A Christmas Tale Part 3   Santa was in a mellow mood He put pink lights on his tree Never had he experienced A Christmas with Teddy For there she sat poor baby Still quivering on a chair Big teardrops in her bright blue eyes Orange paint caked in her hair She looked so small and piteous Big Al’s heart it got touched He said “ Don’t worry Teddy Your cleanup won’t hurt much' I’ve found a friend at Starlite In fact she’s on her way I’ve sent back home to get Bad Mac She’ll be here late today Then he herded off the other three Outside to sober up He had them run in circles Round Santa’s pick up truck For just about two hours They fought that bitter cold Till they became quite sober Once more back in control So they started the machinery Brought that factory to a hum Then picked out the pattern pieces Toy making …it begun They made horses, they formed zebras They made trucks and baby dolls But the thing they loved the very best Was blowing up big bouncing balls They threw them to each other Till poor Seante , she got hit Then poor Al, he had two little elves Howling... throwing fits It was then that old Bad Mac walked in Oh what a sight to see It made her want to turn and run Still she managed…yes siree She bid Seante quit her crying When she kissed her bumpy head Then she turned to poor sweet Teddy And the bath she knew she’d dread She took linseed oil and mayonnaise Made a mixture of the two But when it hit the orange paint The whole mess turned to glue So she took Clorox and dish soap Dabbed some on Teddy’s head What she had no way of knowing The mess made hair roots dead Hair loss not yet apparent She gave Teddy a wash She rubbed and rubbed and scrubbed her With a sponge and a stiff brush At last the task was finished There stood a glad young bear But when Bad Mac tried to dry her off She rubbed off all her hair There stood my baby naked Big Al, well, he looked shocked So he went and grabbed a towel To cover her bare spots Meanwhile back there at Starlite Some things were going bad The challenges were backing up That made Rainspirit man She sure needed Tiny Teddy And Bad Mac there every day Now everything was all messed up Because they went away She figured she’d have to get them Make them come back home again So she headed for Old Santa’s house To find her two great friends She didn’t know what had transpired Way up the North Pole way She was unprepared for what she found It almost wrecked her day There was Teddy crying… naked Three poets working there And trying to control it all Stood Al … pulling his hair To top it off Old Marvin Had called and called again Those toys that he had begged for Were slowly trickling in Still the stock of new completed toys Was still very very slow Al figured he should find a way To make the stockpile grow So once more he called up Starlite Said, ' Morning Song… Please come These teddy’s need a nanny If Christmas is to come' They just keep misbehaving They really give me fits Seems like I solve one problem Then ten more are sure to hit Where is this story headed? I only wish I knew But when My Muse reveals it I’ll come back and tell you By jollynoblefrog © 2009 jollynoblefrog (All rights reserved)

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