A Peaceful Night Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Dripping wet long johns, hanging by
the fire. From an evening of sledding,
the children retire. Hot chocolate and
kisses, then their sent to their beds.
With dreams of Santa, in their heads.
But, excited and restless, they lay awake.
With whispers of dollies, tanks, and cake
makers. When Mommy creeps in, Crying... Go
To Sleep! For Goodness Sake! And No fakers! ! !
With their eyes all shut tight. Ahh, At Last! ! !
Their Mother said, It Is, A Peaceful Night! ! !