I wrote a poem earlier about Santa. My head was somewhere in Atlanta. It was not about his red sleigh. Nor about how much he weigh. What I meant to say was his sled. The midnight shift emptied my head. I was eating a large piece of cheese. That caused me to loudly sneeze. I must give up this tired occupation. And reevaluate my bad situation. I have been here too many years. Drying these bucket of tears. Hoping that Santa will land nearby. Even getting a ride on a black fly. "Santa, think of me as your katydid." "Clear my head to keep my lid." "I promise to be quiet and be good." "And do all the things like I should." "Then you can bring me my toys." "Cute little girls and little boys." "I like a diamond; I'm not Maude." "However, I will take Jean Claude." "Maybe, Stedman, Bill, and Larry King,." "Fabio, John John; Bolton, he can sing." "I am getting ridiculous; right now." "Just send me a dog; bow wow." "Then I won't make any more mistakes." "And just pull up my long worded stakes." Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is a correction to the poem, The Dazed Santa. I enjoy writing
poetry, even to clarify what I meant to say. Have a Merry Christmas and
a Happy New Year. "A smile is worth a million." Marva L. Dowdin
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