As a retiree, I find myself driving in the neighborhood during the daytime when I would usually have been at work all day. On these days trips to the store, etc. it astonishes me to find so many Santas on the ground. I worry what it does to the psyche of kids in the community.
Santa on His Face
I can’t help feeling sorry for Santa laying there face down.
Don’t know why they put him there. It really makes me frown.
Coming home used to be fun, admiring each decorated yard.
But Santa splattered flat as a pancake! To take this is mighty hard!
And on our street surrounding him the Candy Canes hold a wake.
They’re guarding him flattened there. Now all the kids think he’s a fake.
So next year when you’re decking your halls and lawns so sweet.
Blow up your plastic Santa. Don’t leave him squashed by the street!
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