At the North Pole, in a cottage of snow,
Lived Frost the snowman, with a peaceful glow.
His windows were frosted, his roof lined with ice,
And his days were serene—oh, so quiet and nice.
He sipped on snow tea, watched auroras each night,
His life was a picture of frosty delight.
But new neighbors arrived, and with them, such clatter:
The Wrecking Wrappers, who loved to cause chatter!
Jingle, Spark, and Tumble, a mischievous three,
Were famed in the workshop for their pranks with glee.
Frost had hoped they’d behave, keep their antics away,
But trouble arrived on that very first day.
One morning, Frost checked his small mailbox out front,
And found letters galore—it was surely a stunt!
A note from "Mrs. Claus" to shovel her flue,
And one from "Santa" for a mitten to pursue.
Behind a snowbank came a giggling sound,
As the mischievous trio peeked up from the ground.
“Good morning, dear Frost!” Jingle called with a smirk.
Spark and Tumble stood grinning, proud of their work.
“Did you like all your fan mail?” Tumble asked with a laugh,
Frost sighed and responded, “You’re clever, by half.
But save some energy for Santa’s true task,
Or next time, the boss might be the one you outlast!”
The pranks didn’t end—they kept coming each day:
They stole Frost’s carrot nose and swapped it away.
In its place, a candy cane, peppermint-bright,
Left Frost shaking his head at their gleeful delight.
That night, with a plan and a frosty command,
He crafted an ice maze by his own snowy hand.
Walls of slick frost lined the elves’ little yard,
Twisting and turning to leave them all marred.
That night, with a plan and a frosty command,
He crafted an ice maze by his own snowy hand.
Walls of slick frost lined the elves’ little yard,
Twisting and turning to leave them all marred.
When morning arrived, they stumbled outside,
And found themselves trapped with no path to provide.
“Frost!” Jingle shouted, half-laughing, half-sore,
“Your prank is quite brilliant—we admit, you’ve won the war!”
From his snowy porch, Frost tipped his tall hat,
“Let’s keep things fair now—imagine that!”
The elves laughed as they slipped and slid out of the maze,
And Frost chuckled warmly, his spirits ablaze.
From then on, a truce kept their antics in check,
With Frost lending hands when they’d toys to deck.
Each Christmas Eve, he’d join in the fun,
With just enough mischief to delight everyone.
So here ends the tale of Frost and his friends,
Where laughter and pranks brought joy to no end.
For Christmas is magic, and here’s what we find:
A little mischief, when kind, is the best of its kind!
