Dear Santa,
I'm sorry to bother you,
Santa, my dear.
But we may have a problem…
a big one, I fear.
I know that you usually
come down through the flue.
But we have no chimney,
so, what can we do?
I know you'll have gifts
to put under the tree,
so I'm sending this note
and including a key.
What it's for, I don't know,
so, you might have to guess,
or maybe use magic -
that I know you possess.
I'm hoping this key will help
you make your entry.
And be careful for Smack,
he's our dog and our sentry.
Your reindeer, I know,
usually wait on the roofs.
But I don't think they'll mind
the soft grass on their hoofs.
And it's easier for you, if you
come through the door,
instead of that fall and
that drop on the floor!
And my way will certainly
prove to be cleaner.
For Santa, you know,
you don't look any leaner.
And as for the stockings,
well, we have no mantle.
But that is a problem
I think we can handle.
We'll hang all our stockings
together with care,
on some small little hooks
on the wall by the stair.
My dad said the hooks are real strong -
they'll be fine.
And just so you know, Sir,
the little one's mine.
I've left you some cookies
and a tall glass of milk,
on the little round table -
the cloth is real silk!
Please don't lose this key,
it will work - well, it should.
And I'm sure that you know,
but I've been very good!
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