T’was the morn of New Year and all through the woods,
The creatures were awoken by the eeriest of moods.
Through the forest they came, lumbering into sight
A party of wanderers lost in the night.
“Onward, to port,” cried the largest of all,
As he lurched through the trees guiding them all.
Unknowing, they circled the glen again and again,
For too merry they made with family and friends.
The moral of the story is always have a plan
For after the party be you snow or human.
Don’t follow the drunk one as he’ll lead you astray
Get home safe to play another day.
May you make merry and be happy in 2011.
Snowmen who overindulge get lost in the woods
