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Don't Fly Elk
by Sandra S Corona

Thursday, December 25, 2003
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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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Reviewed by Mr. Ed 12/26/2003
Makes good fertilizer, Sandra!
Reviewed by J. Pajot 12/25/2003
This was cute, Sandy. Never thought about that aspect of flying reindeer before...Hope you had a great hoilday.
Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson 12/25/2003
This is cute Sandy...very well executed
Reviewed by William Bonilla 12/25/2003
I really enjoy your wonderful writes

Merry Christmas
to you and your Family
Reviewed by Evelyn Simon 12/25/2003
Clever write,Sandra. :)
Reviewed by Leland Waldrip 12/25/2003
Funny one, Sandy. What goes up must come down. Ha!
Love ya!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 12/25/2003
Delightful write Sandra!!

Love Tinka
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