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by Bobbi Katz

We all hung up our stockings and we left you a nice snack. By now, I guess dear Santa, we have filled your heavy pack.

Be careful please dear Santa, On the rooftops where you go. They're slanty and they're slippery with a crust of ice and snow.

I guess I should be tired but I cannot fall asleep. Tonight I'll count some reindeer instead of counting sheep.

I think you are the nicest man to do the things you do. Merry Christmas, Santa dear, and a Happy New Year too!

Christmas Poems
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