Seeing Santa
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Inspired by the original poem. What it might be like for an adult to see Santa.
Use digital camera, Google Snapseed, Pixlr, and Adobe Photoshop.
Creation time: 3 hours
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