Christmas Night Story Poem

The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold, a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold, for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring, wanted the night to fly away quickly on wing. He heard Santa would come through the chimney, if there was one on house roof, he wanted to see. He went up to the roof-top veranda, but couldn’t find one, he was told Santa would come through the window for fun. At night he didn’t let mom close the window of his room, the chilled wind in the snowfield outside he heard zoom. In the morn saw the gifts by bed side, to shout in joy he tried, voice choked for he caught cold, but on delight he took a ride. On the wings of the fleeting time, far he has flown, but within him the nostalgic child hasn’t yet grown. He fondly preserves the indelible Christmas gift memory inscribed in childhood mental notebook that night’s story.