Christmas Eve
Sitting by the chimney
On a snowy Christmas eve,
Waiting for Santa Claus
To put presents under our tree.
I think that I’ve been good this year,
There’s only one way to know.
So until Saint Nick comes through our chimney,
I’ll sit and watch the snow.
Copyright © Helena Brewer | Year Posted 2017
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