HOLIDAY THOUGHT
A little Tot so excited
Couldn’t sleep
Tried to even count sheep
The thought of Reindeers circulating deep
The anticipation of Santa’s arrival
Santa’s motto, “You better not cry nor pout”
The Tot’s reality check, he better go to sleep
Otherwise, Santa will bypass his house and skip
Santa’s tip
As the night went on, the little tot finally gave in and went into deep sleep
The Holiday night and the stars, sleep tight
Christmas morning arrived, and the little tot rushed downstairs and looked under the Christmas Tree of the presents that were left by Santa
The little Tot was so excited, he had to open the gifts right away
He saw all kinds of gifts such as a passenger plane, a small Remote Robot, a toy Greyhound bus and more
Full of joy
Playing with toy after toy
A Christmas uplifted for the little tot to enjoy
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2024
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