Christmas - Poem by Ariana Singfield
Candles are bright
Having a wonderful night
Resisting staying up for Santa
In the morning there would be an amazing array of presents
Sleep… Sleep! Must sleep for the presents to arrive!
Too tired to stay awake
Morning has arrived
Awake and ready to rush downstairs
Something amazing, Christmas Morning has arrived.
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