My Sleigh Ride
Smoke pours from the chimney's and rooftops...
My slay makes it over all the houses never missing a stop...
The cold air freezes my beard on this chilly Christmas Eve...
Hope all the boys and girls are fast asleep because they know what to believe...
Country to country and state to state, each home will have presents dropped...
Christmas contest by Francine Roberts
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