Christmas Morn
The pitter patter of tiny feet
To the tree in a rush of glee
To see if they could meet
That big man in red that is known to flee
As soon as he’s had his cookies and milk
The disappointment of him not being there
Quickly forgotten as the floor had been filled
By bright promises and boxes everywhere
Left by that big man in red that is known to flee
As soon as he’s had his cookies and milk
The bubbling excitement cheers the whole house
As mother wakens her hung-over spouse
The bubbling excitement cheers the whole world
With lights and music and tinsel unfurled
Left by that big man with hands that were red
As soon as he’s love for all of us bled
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