Once a year I’m brought out of storage
The lukewarm fake snow whirls around
I glare through my foggy glass cage
At my captors keeping me homebound

The little ones shake me and my home
Till my whole world spins and I feel dizzy
I try spit out the bits of fake snow foam
Yet they laugh and giggle at my misery

Then I’m taken away in my case
Down where it’s all dark and drear
Then I can hide alone in my base
Till all will repeat again next year