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A Sweet Little Visit

Lately for Christmas I unplug my little Christmas tree 
and then I enjoy hitting the hay while trying to conserve 
my heating bill by not cranking the temperature up all the way.
I even try to leave it off if I may.
I pile the covers way up high and have a last thought before 
Santa's elves take me away to that North Pole location 
behind my closed eyes.
In my peaceful and joyful bliss MR and MRS Claus invite me in.
There's a warm fire to greet my line of vision and nice soft sofas 
to sit down and relax in, in order to enjoy more fully 
the sweet little visit.
MRS Claus a gracious host is she as she offers me my choice of hot 
chocolate or a nice cup of hot tea, of course I choose the sweeter 
of the two, along with nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, just 
baked fresh out of the antiquated yet fully functional oven.
The conversation is bright and lively as Santa walks in wearing 
his red pajamas underneath a very rich looking robe... red with 
a white satin sash.
Holding a lit pipe he takes a puff to warm his cold nose.
There was a large, real Christmas tree over in the corner of the 
living room, decorated with strands of real gold and longer strands 
of silver tinsel strewn randomly through out the large branches.
After our more than pleasant visit was over I turn to leave the Claus' 
very large home and saw the elves leading the reindeer to their very 
large stables to retire for the night.
Then my dreams started to turn to other things, but not before 
I heard Santa say to all a Merry Christmas and to all a good night!




by S.E. Clark

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