Christmas Beauty
The sound of footsteps on my roof
the jingle of bells wanting to see proof.
Cookies left out on the table
for this great mystery or fable.
He makes a list checks it twice
to grant you a gift that is really nice.
He will travel around the world from nation to nation
from home to home with a lot of patience.
Kids dont want to fall asleep but succumb to the sand
dream of candy, toys and this mysterious man.
That morning they wake up run to the tree
to enjoy Christmas morning and all its beauty. -TA
Copyright © Todd Aguilar Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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