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Reindeer visits

I woke with such a fright when I heard Santa call… “Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”

I ran to the lawn and in the snowy white drifts, Those nasty reindeer had left “little gifts.”

I got an old shovel and started to scoop Neat little piles of reindeer poop!

But to throw them away seemed such a waste, So I saved them, thinking—you might like a taste!

As I finished my task, which took quite awhile, Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled,

And I heard him exclaim as he sped off in the sky… “Well, they’re not potty trained, but at least they can fly!”


• 1 package of malted milk balls

• 1 package of Mild Duds

• 1 plastic bag


Mix in all in plastic bag and share the fun!



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