I found his poem in a sewing machine drawer with counted cross stitch supplies. It was typed on onionskin typing paper, the kind people used before Spell Check, when typos needed to be manually erased. The typing is pretty bad, which means it had to have been pecked out by Jim.
Santa II
I heard the clacking on the roof
The night was geting cold and darker
As Santa parked his sleigh and reindeer
Out jumped my friends, Jim and Norma Parker.
Santa II
I heard the clacking on the roof
The night was geting cold and darker
As Santa parked his sleigh and reindeer
Out jumped my friends, Jim and Norma Parker.
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