The Pre-Winter Construct Cup

Day 27

Santa stands to stretch his legs
Another Christmas Eve is done
Taking up his fancy bag he flips out all the dregs

Then hopes to fold it up for another year
But his hand lands on a simple gift
With eyebrows raised, he feels the fear

He's forgotten someone somewhere
And his mind begins to race
But who, but how, but where?

A tiny precious box he cannot remember
He turns it over in his hands
Tears spring up, he cannot return to sender.

I cannot figure out these rhymes
It's driving me insane - right!
And apparently I must do it three times
So into knots I myself will tie.
And hope to send this in real soon
Or else a gasket I will boom!
Yuck!!!!!



Day 27 ▼

Theme: Sad Santa. Santa's been all 'round the world and every single deserving person on his journey has gotten one of Santa's gifts. But he has just discovered that he still has one small gift left in the bottom of his pack. He doesn't know what to do! Cannot give it to the world. It doesn't contain a cure for any disease, it can't make everyone nice, isn't money and it can't bring world peace. It isn't an embodiment of hope or joy. It is a concrete thing that can be placed in a box, wrapped and given. While not necessarily a toy, it is something one can hold in their hands. Who gets it? Why? What is it? What will make Santa happy? Hurry, dawn is approaching and Santa must give out everything in his pack before the first rays of the sun break the horizon.
Words to use: precious, tear, eyebrow, fold
Forbidden words: none today
Additional parameters: Rhyming - must use at least 3 'slant' rhymes, descriptive, at least 15 lines.

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