Written, December 12, 2024 For The Contest, “Christmas Tizzy” Sponsor, Miranda Hawley
Dasher and Dancer yelled midair and said to Santa, “We can't fly! Earth satellites have made a snare of wireless currents in the sky!” Then Santa answered, “Use plan B- come down one level in the sky. Take care and watch! Don't hit a tree or steeple top as we zoom by!” So they both did as Santa said, though still, they'd be a little late; made headway now with deer and sled where techno-waves had low-flow rate!
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