I woke up with such a scare when I heard Santa call…. “Now dash away, dash away, dash away all ! I ran to the lawn and in the snowy white drifts, Santa’s darn reindeer had left “little gifts”. I got an old shovel and started to scoop Neat little piles of “Reindeer Poop”. But to throw them away, seemed such a waste, So I saved them, thinking ~ you might like a taste! As I finished my task, which took quite awhile, Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled. And I heard him exclaim as he rose in the sky~ “I know they’re not potty trained, but at least they can fly!”
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