Christmas

Mademoiselle marmalade,
Soaking sun in the crisp shade ,
Through the seasons she wade,
In time to see Santa's cavalcade.

Rudolph Comet Cupid and others leading the way,
On the snow riding a sleigh,
A truckload of gifts,
One for the postmaster's son one for whose father cleans lifts ,
He enters through the chimney,
In the hanging stockings keeping books Iron Man and Barbie,
Silently he leaves, for another house,
He enters one where on the doorway is stuck a Mickey Mouse,
While leaving after dropping another gift in the stockings he admires the Christmas trees,
In the cold he is careful not to sneeze,
He is old; He is youthful,
Coming with gifts; making children joyful, 
Soon it is 25th, It is Christmas,
He leaves for North Pole;  leaving behind people celebrating Jesus.