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Show Second Prize Poem by Elaine Javvis I hear the tinkle of sleigh bells, And hoof beats in the snow, It brings to mind the Christ-mases Christ-mases - We had long, long ago. I hear gay bursts of laughter, It echoes loud and clear, A song or two comes after, The Yuletide spirit's here! While we sigh at the rubber state, They find a way to move, They fly along at a merry rate, Their runners sharp and smooth. It's much more fun to ride this way, The snow is smooth as glass, Besides, they don't yet ration hay, And Nelly needs no gas. Merry Christmas . . . |