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Santa Claus

Racks on reindeer scissor high. Santa's raised into the sky. Red clad jacket; red clung toque. A cute old man you'd call a kook. With wired frames of bottled glasses and long bent scarf that waves in passes. His snub-like nose a faded rose to match his cheeks and famous pose. White bulging beard of bouncy motion yet pepper smeared as though with lotion. And bold blue eyes that twinkle flakes and rest below his two brow cakes. A golden bag with golden ropes in burlap stitched in seams and slopes. Holding reins of soft black leather in pearl white gloves for every weather. And should you see him for his cause. Remember... Christmas comes with Santa Claus.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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