Thursday, July 30, 2020

The Wandering Letter



  

It’s raining

But

Not snowing

It is so cold

I can see my breath

Turning into a fog

 Around me

I wonder if Santa

Can fine my house

I wonder

If my letter

Made it to the North Pole

Maybe

The mailman is lost

Nah

 Rudolph’s nose is a beacon

Finding Santa’s house

 Is a cinch

For Frosty the mail man


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