During this happy season, I become the jolly man,
In and out thro’ the clouds, I ‘weave’ when I can.
The stardust I sprinkle makes them sleep, it seems.
On the eve of Christmas, whether stormy or not,
I start my work at midnight so I’ll not be caught.
With nine brave reindeer, a glittering red sleigh,
We land on the roofs of houses, large and small,
For any child who believes in Santa I give my all.
Into the chimney I squeeze and
tiptoe to the hall,
(No-one knows, but my body is like
a rubber ball).
I see a shiny tree; I place the
presents on the floor,
(I think I may leave later through
the front door).
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My beard is crusty with crumbs and
shiny like silk.
It’s time for me to go, there are many houses more,
Where kids wait for sunrise to
unwrap gifts galore.
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I’m glad to see joy light up in
a sweet innocent soul.
16 Dec 2013
2 comments:
great, how do you find so matching n beautiful pictures.. :)
Dear Owais, I write the poems, my daughter does the images. She goes to free images on the net and checks out every picture. There was one picture I liked - luckily she checked it out. It cost 200 dollars.
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