Christmas Rocked When I Was Six
Hoping to See Santa covered in soot
eating his cookies, I dashed barefoot
to the living room and discovered—not
him, but he surely left me a lot:
Barbie doll, diary, candy, nuts, fruit,
books, jump rope, bracelet, and toy flute!
November 28, 2021
entered in the Bite Size Poem no. 28 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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