12/08/2016 by Papanyk Quill Driver 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. Rate this:Share this:EmailPocketPinterestRedditLinkedInPrintTwitterFacebookTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related