the Dasher

im in the spirit and got that layers on

by the fireplace , choclate with marshmellow

maybe if we find some strawberry 

if we got some luck 

but who need food when you the snack 

i be your cookie , you be the milk 

dont do kitchen . its just for bitchin ...

do not do mistletoes because it lead to commitment 

but than you came around frome heaven sent 

i knew this Dasher , would be mine downfall 

the way you trapped me in the iceglobe 

maybe we wear matchy - matchy 

when i make you my Olof 

do you mind if im a bit touchy - touchy 

when i make you up in this poem 

do you remember how you slide in through a dream 

i do 

it was like i got a friend