A Christmas Poem

Merry Christmas Eve! Christmas is almost here! Are you excited? Do you have all your shopping done? Are the presents wrapped? Gah! I’m a little sad this season is almost over but I’m also excited for what’s coming next. It’s a weird feeling. Mostly, I’m excited for everybody to open their presents!

In the spirit of Christmas and to stretch out my writing muscle, I’ve decided to write a Christmas poem (also I’m extremely competitive but I’ll explain that later). Well, hubby and I wrote this together. It was really fun actually. Minus the staying up late part. (ahahah)

And now I present, for your reading pleasure, The Unnamed Christmas Poem!

Twas the night before Christmas

As all stories start.

Let’s peek on our friend,

Who is making some art.

“I’m going to stay up so I can  meet Santa.”

He says as he colors at the table with mom

Making his plans as fast as he can

He must act quick, he heard that Santa was over Guam

His biggest dream, is to meet the fat man who brings all the presents,

Who drives a sleigh and lives with elves. 

On Christmas morning, he thanks his parents

But he wants to thank Santa as well.

Tonight’s the night, he’ll  sneak downstairs

to meet the white bearded man.

The room is bright with colored lights

The tree is empty, there is still time

Across the floor he crawls staying as quiet as can be

Finding the perfect spot beneath the tree

Soon Santa will come

And leave tons presents

He closes his eyes, for just a moment. 

It’s late and he’s tired but he is determined 

He isn’t sure how much time has passed but when his eyes open next-

 It’s him! He’s here! The big man himself!

“Santa!” He yelled, his excitement growing

The man turned, smiling wide, finishing his task

“You should be in bed,” he said. His voice a whisper. 

Our friend just nodded, “I wanted to thank you.”

The man looked surprised. This was a first. 

“You’re welcome, little one.” 

Our friend gave a very quick hug and ran upstairs, his goal accomplished. 

“Goodnight.”

He was at that last step when he was struck by a thought. 

Santa- who wore a suit of red- was missing the red!

He thought for a moment, and the knowledge came rushing.

It was his daddy who he saw, not the king of the North Pole. 

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