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| THERE IS SO A SANTA CLAUS ! |
| Don't tell me there's no Santa Claus! T'is so one- and I should know. Didn't Aunt and me see him ourselves, just now in Boston, stuck in the snow. We ran over to where he was, for Aunt to check him out for me. When she asked for proof who he was, Santa let her look at his I.D. Me, I pulled at his beard and his hair, and all of it stayed where it was. His fat was squishy like Grammy's, and rolled just like hers, this Santa Claus. I gave him my list from my pocket, which he read for a little while. Then he handed it to my aunt, for safe keeping, he said, with a smile. I asked him where his sleigh was, and Dancer and Rudolph, Prancer and Vixen, and why was he in that run down car, that looked to be in need of fixing? He said he had taken the sleigh in, for an oil job, new brakes, and a shine, and the reindeer were getting flu shots, but other than that, they were just fine. Before we left, we said we'd help, to push his car out of the snow. But laughing ,he said he wasn't stuck, just the Boston traffic , jammed up so ! copyright 2000 by Roland Ricker |
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| To my Aunt Edna with love |