Christmas Holiday
All the children staying up late to see if they can catch a glimpse at the big guy in the red but
they slowly start to drift asleep as if the big guy was using sleeping dust on them.
Then when all is quiet he creeps down the chimney if he is not to plump yet from all the cookies
so far on his trip.
After he lays the presents under the tree he makes a break for it before anyone can see him.
Before you know it he is on the roof in his sleight giving a ho ho ho shout and disappears into
the endless snowy night
Copyright © Mikaila Bothwell | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment