Little Katherine waits for Santa
Her hands propping up her chin
The tree she decorated with silver baubles
Sits by the chimney that is holding her stocking
A plate of cookies and a glass of milk rests patiently on the mantle
To he devoured by dear old Saint Nick
Her mother chided gently "come to bed, my darling"
"For its almost nine o' clock"
"Santa Claus will be here soon, and you must be asleep"
She quickly obeyed and slid into bed
Dreams of tomorrow beginning to fill her sleepy head
The child was quietly unaware of the magic forming in the house
Right beneath her bed
As the jolly man in red left presents underneath her beautiful tree
For her to discover when morning arrives
In a few hours time
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
Poetrypoetry collection Trigger warnings Beautiful cover made by @_demi-wizard_ and @Adiemxs
