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Sleigh Day
by Sandra S. Corona
Santa, is it sprinkling rain
upon my window panes?
It's tinkling, yellow stains. Prior to 'going' go ...
don't mess up the white snow,
leave surprises below.
Santa, watch what you drop.
PLOP!
They call this 'acid' rain and it drives folks insane.
STOP,
don't let those 'discards' drop!
Santa, your deer did the 'do' on rooftops. Know it's true .
It makes our Christmas phew!
Santa, scoop deer droppings, put in sacks,
don't mix that with gifts, packs;
like you did last year. Rats!
Santa, watch what you drop.
PLOP!
They call this 'acid' rain and it drives folks insane.
STOP,
don't let those 'discards' drop!
Santa put those deer aside ... here's a motorized sled--glide;
let serenity bide.
Santa hear the children sing, they're uplifting. You'll soar, wing;
you can fly until it's spring.
Santa, watch what you drop.
PLOP!
They call this 'acid' rain and it drives folks insane.
STOP,
don't let those 'discards' drop!
Santa you look sharp in red. What time did you get to bed?
Are there visions in your head?
Santa, did you like your cookies, milk?
For you ... a scarf, white silk.
Oh, no, Santa, don't fly ELK!
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