First part of the poem here
Second part here
Plum’s fwend
One fluffy named Plum was slower to grow,
His thoughts stayed small long after they should go.
Where others moved on, he lingered behind,
Still soft in his body, still young in his mind.
So when Christmas came quiet with hopes in the air,
Plum asked not for treats, nor toys bright and fair—
He wished for a friend, a shape to hold tight,
Something that stayed through the cold of the night.
What came wore a smile and arms open wide,
A fluffy cutout meant to stand by his side.
Forever outstretched in a promise of care,
A hug waiting still in the empty air.
The cutout stayed ready, unmoving, apart—
A hug without warmth, a shape without heart.
So Plum sat alone where the doorlight died,
With only his hoof and the dark by his side.
Fluffies listen well..
Some held gifts too still, some held nothing at all,
Some waited for comfort that never would fall.
Love stayed unreturned, and hope learned its cost—
For Christmas gives shapes… and meanings are lost.
So mind well your wishies when stars dim their light,
For old magic listens on Christmas Eve night.
It answers not mercy, nor tears, nor delight—
But the words as they’re spoken… and seals them tight.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all who celebrate.
Poems are hard, but I hope this one landed. 
