For Riley, my Secret Santa Giftee: a cute reindeer take-out box filled with chocolate whoppers, a poem and a Hastings gift card.
Poem reads:
I woke up with such a scare when I heard Santa call…
“Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
I ran to the lawn and in the snowy 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 a while,
Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled.
And I heard him exclaim as he rose to the sky…
“Well they’re not potty trained, but at least they can fly!”
We miss your bloging Gina Marie 🙁