two little poems for the santa key
Dear Santa,
We don't have a chimney
and I was worried as could be.
About how you'd bring my
presents to my family and me.
But now I've solved the problem
And I'm not sad anymore,
For hanging from this ribbon
is the key to our front door.
Dear Santa,
We don't have a chimney
and I was worried as could be.
About how you'd bring my
presents to my family and me.
But now I've solved the problem
And I'm not sad anymore,
For hanging from this ribbon
is the key to our front door.
or ...
Our stockings hang upon a wall.
We have no fireplace at all!
You see the problem is quite clear.
Santa, how will you get in here?
We heard a legend. Is it true?
Of magic only you can do.
We'll leave out any plain old key,
and mark it "Santa" so you can see.
Your magic makes the key fit right,
so you can get inside that night.
Thank you Santa, here's our key.
The milk and cookies are on me!
We have no fireplace at all!
You see the problem is quite clear.
Santa, how will you get in here?
We heard a legend. Is it true?
Of magic only you can do.
We'll leave out any plain old key,
and mark it "Santa" so you can see.
Your magic makes the key fit right,
so you can get inside that night.
Thank you Santa, here's our key.
The milk and cookies are on me!
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