Merry Christmas!
Well, you’ve gone and done it — spent another year reading Caterpickles. We’re awfully glad you did, and to show our appreciation, The Seven-Year-Old wants to share this poem with you:
Santa
(by The Seven-Year-Old Howell)
Snow is falling
Gently down
Around
Your sleigh.
As snow falls,
I have found,
It is sound
As it piles into
A mound.
Merry Christmas, y’all.
Related Links:
- “Why doesn’t Santa have heart disease?” (Caterpickles)
- “Mommyo, why does Santa have the same wrapping paper as us?” (Caterpickles)
What are you thinking?