Place a handful of malted milk balls in a zipper food storage bag. Seal and label with the following poem:
I woke up with such a scare when I heard Santa call... "Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!" I ran to the lawn, and in the snowy white drifts, those nasty reindeer had left "little gifts".
I got an old shovel and started to scoop Neat little piles of "reindeer poop." but to throw them away seemed such a waste, So I saved them, thinking you might like a taste!
As I finished my task, which took quite a while, Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled. And I heard him exclaim as he rose to the sky~~~ "Well, they're not potty trained, but at least they can fly!"
