Chapter 97 – A Christmas Story
‘Twas Christmas night at the House of Buns
Gifts had been opened and boxes undone
Abigail and Hobo, now angels above
Looked down at their friends, hearts filled with love
The buns had all chosen their toy for the day
For Bentley a wagon, for Enzo a sleigh
Mocha found a box that suited him fine
For Merlot it was treats that were on her mind
The buns were all happy by the warm fireside
It was good to be a house bun, safely inside
They wished the same for buns everywhere
And hoped that you all had a very good year
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