Unformatted text preview: Vixen and Dancer chant songs while we soar, while the plump Man eats his cookies and weighs down the sleigh. Donner and Cupid, still drunk from last night, Are stumbling along and causing a riot. Then there is Blitzen, dumb as a rock, who Can’t quite remember how to do his own job. After this year, I’m thinking of quitting, so Sick of this job that has no meaning. Santa Clause whips me and is a real son of a gun, and I’m Reporting him to animal abuse as soon as I’m through....
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- Spring '11
- Santa Claus, Ashlee Sisson, light-up red nose, Persona Poem Section