Do You Believe
On one Christmas Eve, I saw ole Saint Nick,
I was in shock, I thought he was a myth.
I blinked my eyes he left in a flash, quick,
Then I made a mad dash to find Miss Smith.
She said, my sweet child of course he’s real,
I said that the big kids said he was not.
I left her room not knowing what to feel,
Early Christmas morn, got a huge toy yacth.
Each child in the orphanage got some toys,
I didn’t stop believing in Santa Clause.
He brought gifts to abandoned girls and boys,
When I think of him, I give an applause.
Each Christmas I dress up as ole Saint Nick,
And I don’t look too shabby for a chick.
* Merry Christmas And Happy New Year
To all my soup friends.
12/10/2021
Alexis Y.
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2021
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