A runner?

Running has always worked out. Think about it, hiding is actually running, not so? But to what end? Case in point, Santa’s hoax:” I’ll bring you a gift*soon*, yet all men want, is his sledge; wouldn’t you rather wedge through life?
Getting to the edge has a way of making you stop the dodge, as if life has a large grudge. And with a nudge or a budge, whaever, claiming the purge in a whispering mock…”Roger that?”
So here’s a bunch, enough with the crunch and munching. I mean, mulching itself depicts preservation. Tiz a tease prompting you to cease rather start seizing coz diseased is not deceased.
~Daabris