Christmas Eve
When Simon fell asleep on Christmas Eve.
Dreaming of presents that Santa would leave.
He soon stirred, when his door squeaked.
Open- eyed, as floorboards creaked.
Now he knows Santa, is not make-believe.
12 / 12 / 2022.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry Contest.
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