Tiptoes and kitchen floors and sleepy shirts and parks.

Did you find the map?

Yes, frozen yogurt sounds good, I think.

"Robbers and Fairy-locks." We have an ice cream parlor to rob. Could you hurry up?

I smell snowy dragonflies. They're eating porridge. NOW THEY'RE MAKING THEMSELVES MOUSE-BEANIES.

This was a strawberry of an escapade. And hey, just to let you know: there's a pine cone in your hair but I'm not going to take it out.

That one eve a moonbeam kissed a star.

I love you, don't you mind?

Ello. I have a couple of things that I want to put out there (a couple, quite literally).

Firstly, the format of this poem was inspired by Poweratsea.

Secondly, the last line isn't original. It's a song lyric.

I hope you have a christmassy morn.

Goodbye.

Kiss an elf on the cheek if you see one.