Cookie Cutters, Hot Cocoa and An Angel
I thought I saw Santa flying and landing right on my roof
Then someone said, it can’t be true, so I needed proof
He was there, I swear, then suddenly he went ‘poof’
Even my dog saw him as she ran to the window, woof!
All I could see when I looked then, was a red dot in the sky
Someone asked, what was in my egg nog, I asked why?
Because that night, it wasn’t Christmas time just yet
So then I replied, and made with them a kind of bet
I said, he was just scoping the area, he will be back
Sure enough on Christmas Eve, he returned with a sack
He was standing right in the middle of the town square
They even yanked on his beard assuming fake, he did wear
But it was real, just as he was, with all of his sweet care
Sharing cookies with cookie cutters and warm hot cocoa
While an angel in the night, hovered above in falling snow
Heidi Sands
12/3/17
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