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A Santa StoryLet me tell you a story I think that you will like I was riding down the highway On my brand new motor bike I was on a mission With my gun in my hand I didn't ask permission I was in command I knew he would be flying High up in the sky That jolly old fat man With reindeer that could fly I just had to listen For his ho, ho, ho I had to be patient I knew that he would show Then out of nowhere In the sky up above I saw the white sleigh It looked like a white dove As it came closer I heard him cry out loud On dancer, on blitzen, on comet That old familiar sound The time had finally come To even up the score He'll never again skip me I won't take it anymore As he got near I had him in my sights I shot the old man down It's back to silent nights Written by; Marvin Lane (12-8-05) posted 12-23-14) Copyright ©2005 Marvin H Lane Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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