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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When Father Christmas called By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author Christmas day was so such fun, especially when I was young. I tried to stay awake all night, the one called Christmas Eve that’s right. My eyes grew heavy, finally they closed, and I fell asleep, and off did doze. Did I dream Father Christmas called, I saw no one as not awake of course. When I woke well, what did I see? Father Christmas left gift books to read. And toys with which to play, what fun I had on Christmas day. As I grew up and had a daughter of my own. I said, if she did not sleep. Father Christmas might miss our home, would she sleep one year? Oh, no, no. I went outside and jingled a bell, then went back in and did tell. If she had heard Rudolph’s bell, she said yes, so I did tell. Quickly now pretend to sleep as soon Father Christmas will at you peep. His magic dust will hide him from you and if you are awake, he will not leave presents it’s true. Quickly she closed both her eyes, and soon was really fast asleep. I’m telling no lies and I finally went to bed to rest my head. Soon I was also fast asleep, in the morning I heard a scream. Daddy, Mummy, Father Christmas has been, it was only 4 AM. what a joyous scene! So Christmas morning started early, it still does, you know. But I must not be very good, as Father Christmas here does not show. One year soon I will be good, Father Christmas will call as he should. I mean, I’m only seventy-three, so why oh why does he forget me. I leave him milk and a mince pie, carrots for his reindeer too do I. And in the morning, they’re still there, and stocking I hang is oh so bare. So that's all my Christmas days are now and really it is not fair. I never asked for anything special, as we were poor you know. So what ever Father Christmas left, we wrote a thank you note did so. Now I am old and still poor you know. Perhaps that why Father Christmas passes by. As others have less than me and are younger too I cannot lie. I will still leave him a drink and Rudolf a carrot too. Just in case one year he calls on me once more its true.
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