Clyde Santa
The elves all they’ve learned they do tell.
Don’t slip on the roof it is hell.
Clyde filled in for “him.”
All clumsy and slim.
He woke up the church and its bell.
11/17/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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