Rosie Sprinkles's Story
We first met late one Christmas Eve.
It was just before the clock struck 12 I do believe.
I was tiptoeing about until suddenly I blurted out an achoo.
“Gesundheit,” I heard from deep inside our fresh cut tree. “Would you like to play a round of peek-a-boo?”
The holidays would never be the same.
Rosie Sprinkles was this cheery cupcake’s name,
whose twinkling wink is now famed.
“Sure” I said in good measure, thinking I needed a refresher, on how the game was played and whether,
I was now actually dreaming under my comforter of feathers.
Never once melting under pressure, Rosie was indeed clever,
licking me in three quick rounds like a Cheshire,
each time winking and then asking for another.
Every night we played until the clock struck 12 on the 31st.
I felt cursed, never winning a hand but becoming well versed.
At the start of the new year Rosie Sprinkles disappeared,
until Christmas Eve later that year,
a day when our sweet friend now always reappears.