Sunday, November 23, 2008
Once Upon A Christmas Eve
The first snowdropp falls and lands on the ground,
You listen and look but still there's no sound.
Quietly sat on your bed you wait,
You glance at your clock, it's quarter to eight.
The hours crawl by as you sit on your bed,
You decide to lay down and rest your head.
But suddenly a noise you hear,
Could it be those 12 reindeer?
A muted shuffling on the roof,
Could it be those shiny boots?
This year you've been good and done all your chores,
You wonder what gifts you'll get from old Mr. Clause.
Someone's coming, you quickly hide,
They open the door as you close your eyes.
You just take a peek to see who is there,
You see a beard with white bushy hair.
'Santa, ' you breathe as he walks out the door,
Dragging his red sack along the floor.
You follow him down and watch while he eats,
The cookies and sherry and wonderful treats.
You stand amazed at what you are seeing,
Part of you says, 'are you sure you're not dreaming? '
But you believe what you see, you know he's real,
You touch his coat and the softness you feel.
You watch him fly off as the snow still falls,
You hear, 'Merry christmas to one and to all! '