[Brian Allgar]

(There's some good stuff out there. In particular, I expect to have to say "I wuz Robbed!")

You are fat, Father Christmas, your tummy is shocking!
The chimney may prove a tight fit
To deliver the things that I’d like in my stocking -
I urge you to diet a bit.

A cat with a grin that will gradually fade,
An egg with a shell that is broken,
Flamingoes for summer, when croquet is played,
And some hedgehogs, polite and well-spoken.

A teapot where dormice may peacefully snooze,
A potion that makes me grow smaller
To pass little doorways whenever I choose,
And a mushroom to render me taller.

Above all, a Snark who would tickle my head
While I teach him to count up to five.
But be careful you don’t bring a Boojum instead,
Or you’ll vanish before you arrive.