The Great Yule Yeti

Here comes The Great Yule Yeti
With her fur all snowy white
Soon after Santa leaves your home
She sneaks in that very night

She dances with the Christmas tree
Plays frisbee with the wreath
She hides the jar of cranberry sauce
Gets tinsel in her teeth

If this festive monster likes you
And she’s feeling warm and kind
She’ll magic a gift in her big paws
And leave it for you to find

But she is a yeti after all
Her presents can be bizarre
She might give you a laughter bomb
Or dust from a shooting star

It could be a fake moustache
A pair of bright orange socks
The urge to sing very loud
Or play in a cardboard box

Whatever this monster leaves you
Giggles, sweets or spaghetti
Remember to shout on Christmas Day
‘Thanks to The Great Yule Yeti!’