First part of the poem here 
Fudge’s weggies
Sweet little Fwudge, “born” a pillow fluffy light,
Wished, “Santa… gif weggies… so Fwudge stand upright.”
His daddeh smiled warm in the soft Chwismas glow,
“You were such a good fluffy — go on, have a go.”
Fwudge wiggled and waited, the bow far away,
“Daddeh… hewp Fwudge…?” was all he could say.
The hoomin stepped closer, his tone warm and slow,
“Of course, buddy. We’ll open it — nice and slow.”
He waited and wiggled, his heart held up tight,
The ribbon came loose in the pale morning light.
But deep in the box, where his hope had once shone,
Lay proof, cold and heavy … he wasn’t made whole.
His smile gently faded, his fluff drooped in fright,
“Fwudge twied so hawd… why no weggies tonight…?”
“Aww, shugs, bud,” said daddeh, voice gentle but thin,
“Guess you weren’t as good, as I thought you had been.”
“Maybe next year try harder,” the soft words fell slow,
As Fwudge stared down quiet at the gift’s heavy glow.
He sniffed once, then twice, holding tears as they budged
For Santa had listened… just not how Fwudge judged.
Based on one of my first booru posts from way back — couldn’t find the originals, but the idea stuck with me.
