Santa is a store manager. One day he overheard a clerk saying to a customer, 'No, ma`am, we haven`t had any for some weeks now, and it doesn`t look as if we`ll be getting any soon.'
Alarmed by what was being said, Santa rushed over to the customer who was walking out the door and said, 'That isn`t true, ma`am. Of course, we`ll have some soon. In fact, we placed an order for it a couple of weeks ago.'
Then Santa drew the clerk aside and growled, 'Never, never, never, never say we don`t have something. If we don`t have it, say we ordered it and it`s on its way. Now, what was it she wanted? '
'Rain.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem