I woke up with such a scare when I heard Santa call... "Now dash away, dash away, dash away all! I ran to the lawn and in the snowy drifts, those nasty reindeer had left some "little gifts". I got an old shovel and started to scoop neat little piles of "reindeer poop". But to throw it away, seemed such a waste, So I saved it, thinking ~ you might like a taste! As I finished my task, which took quite awhile, Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled. And I heard him exclaim as he rose in the sky ~ "Well, they're not potty trained, but at least they can fly!" |