Spying On Santa
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I saw red reflecting off winter snows
as I stared out the window on tip-toes.
And I’m quite sure that I saw Rudolph's nose
but it could have been a plane, I suppose.
I couldn't see his sleigh in the shadows
and yet, I was hoping that Santa shows.
But then I heard bells jiggling, and I froze,
I'm spying on Santa; what if he knows?
I flew across the room, in my bedclothes,
and closing my eyes, I pretend to doze.
What happened next I can’t rightly disclose,
let's just say spying's best left to the pros.
(Monorhyme)
12/23/2020
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