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Santa’s Christmas eve


Fluttering flurries of snowflakes

Soon fell on Christmas Eve

And from their warm bedroom windows

 Children could now believe

Santa would fly with his reindeer

Stopping at each chimney stack

whilst they soundly were sleeping 

 He’d choose the gifts from his sack

down the chimney he’ll clamber

Leaving his gifts by the bed

 Some children later would say that 

 saw him all dressed in red

 Grown-ups will know this can’t happen

Fairy dust keeps them asleep

 His magic would soon be broken

If they all took a peep

So children be very good now

Be glad that old Santa came

 A Christmas Eve without Santa

 surely not be the same

 Don Holmes

 

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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