Treasure Island

clarrissa berry

(09/03/1985 / columbia missouri)

Baby's First Christmas


You have to hold him up to see
The angel on the christmas tree.
And even though he's still too small
To know the meaning of it all.
You watch his eyes reflect the glow
of colored lights that come and go.
And feel him quiver with delight
At every new and wonderous sight.
There's santa with his jolly face
beaming from the fireplace.
And from the stocking hanging there
peeks a cuddly teddy bear.
Bright ornaments and candy canes...
Musical toys and wooden trains...
There's just no end to the delights.
Spread out for him this night of nights!
He points and grins from ear to ear
and then he yawns...his bedtime's near!
Dad gives him a kiss and you tuck him away
to rest up for the fun of his first christmas day!

Submitted: Sunday, July 19, 2009

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