Cherubs

Cherubs

Cherubs of the snow, each year we are christened.
Birthed from the magical flakes, of snow that glisten
Maxim, Maurice, Monica, and Mo, short for Maureen
We are always propped up at every Christmas scene
And we're bluntly inserted into every Holiday theme
Make believe wishers, once upon the star of a child's dream
But come December 31st, we're pushed rudely aside
Just To make room for the New Year's naked sprite

Given only a month to tout the season, grants this poem reason
As we linger in the clouds, in the many months off-season.
Little cherubs that we are, stuffed with a plethora of personality.
Scant time are we allotted, to explore our true identity
We are who we are, but no one calls us by name
No differences noted, no gender assigned, we have little fame
Has anyone happened to notice, the cuteness we bring?
That our cheerful smiles, make the world want to sing?

Allow me to introduce the members, of our snowy group
Maxim is the first in line, and proud of his furry hat slightly swooped
Maurice is quite the character, with always a quip or a joke to bestow
He makes me laugh and he is ever at the ready to put on a good show
Monica is brave and kind, and forever a friend
On her help, her heart, and her smile, you can depend
My name is Mo, and I'm at the end of the frosty line
I like crisp blowing snow, cold winter nights, trees made of pine

So here is my plea, just get to know our little story
All that we ask, is for a bit more glory
May we please be allowed enjoyment, of the entire winter?
Before you permit the naked-butt wonder, to promptly enter
Just look at the smiles on the faces, of this jolly troop
We can't be replaced by one glorious day of baby poop.
Please, keep our merriment alive, and don't be swayed
We just hope and we pray, not to be crushed by the snowplow's blade.


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