"The fire was brewing, the tired young hyurs had adjourn. The plush Qirin sat, as he waited her return.
Santa Meu came down the chimney, when the stars came out. She landed on her bum, and gave a loud shout.
Her eyes met the tree, then her book of naughty and nice.
But a quick glance of cookies, and alas she enticed.
Heredity was her victim, for the cookies were too tall. For she was a Lala, petite and small."
-Scarf of Wondrous Wit