There's something truly magical that happens once a year, he comes while you are sleeping, him and his reindeer.
His name is Santa Clause, perhaps you have heard of him before, he lives with Mrs. Clause, way up at the North Pole.
He has a factory, where they make lots of toys, special toys just for you all the little good girls and boys.
On Christmas Eve, he loads his sleigh, presents and all. He shouts the name of every reindeer, they answer to his call.
They begin to fly up in the sky, their journey takes to flight, and Santa knows he has little time before, nighttime turns light.
He comes down the chimney, furnace, or front door, scratches his beard and goes to work putting presents on the floor.
He eats the milk and cookies, so quiet and discreet. I never hear or see him, he's gone within a blink.
As the morning barely creeps, I run down the stairs, presents are so pretty, packaged with love and care.
The note says from Santa, I squeal with delight, Thank you Thank you Santa. I'll see you next Christmas Night.
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Allowing You To See Inside Me
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry, the title is exactly what it is this is me this is who i am my feelings, my life, this is my stories. Some of the poems comes with a short paragraph at the end to tell my readers what inspired my poem i truly hope yall d...
