Dear Santa

A snowflake hit me on the nose,

It didn’t hurt, that everyone knows.

Then an icicle fell from the eave

Hit my shoulder; it stuck in my sleeve.

I write Dear Santa, put elves to the task

Cleats for the reindeer is all that I ask.

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