[Jewl]: 440.Jewl's Poetry.Christmas Elf

Oh, when Christmas comes, with joy and cheer,
All I can see is pain and fear.

Every time, my gifts are bad,
As family goes, just one from Dad.

The ones I get, Are odds and ends,
Last year was a brick, I just got from friends.

Christmas became, such a waste of cash
Stupid junk, going in the trash.

Until one day, I came to see,
Yule-time is not, simply hokey.

On Christmas Eve, I met this Orc,
He wasn’t too bright; He was kind of a dork,

But when he saw me, He ran right up,
Said hello, and gave me a cup.

The mug he gave, was filled with Ale,
On the side, said “Holy Grail”

It made me laugh, till I roared
This ugly guy, I now adored.