A Christmas Eve Tale
Twas the night before Christmas, and inside one house
lay a boy with the age of not yet quite a year.
While his mother lay resting in bed with her spouse,
her small son had cried out, but the mom did not hear.
So he gathered some courage for what he would do,
for this lad had a bed, and it wasn’t so tall.
On one part of the bed was a place to crawl through,
so he crawled to that spot and he let himself fall!
Yes, he somehow had managed to squeeze through that spot,
and the way he escaped made him soon lose his gloom.
Feeling proud, he got up, but the wee lad did not
go directly to Mom. He went to the next room.
In that room was a Christmas tree, prettily lit,
and the boy felt some comfort to see by the tree
the beloved family pet, a huge dog, next to it.
Now the lad, who’d felt scared, was as calm as could be.
He’d got down from his bed by himself with no sound!
His bad dream was forgotten. He gazed at the eyes
of his dog, warm and gentle. His mom and dad found
sleeping next to the dog their young son at sunrise!
Dec. 17, 2017
Now for the Christmas Poems Old Or New Poetry Contest
of Constance La France
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