Monsters Beneath His Bed
“Daddy!” the young boy screamed one night,
his voice was filled with dread
When his dad arrived his son cried out,
“There’s a monster beneath my bed!”
His father touched his son’s cheek and smiled,
“Let me have a look.” he said
Then clutching his son’s hand
he peered beneath his bed.
“Be careful Daddy! Be careful.” was all his son could say.
“I think we scared him off.” Dad said, “Looks like he’s run away.”
‘“You see monsters are good as scaring but it’s courage that they lack.
I have just the thing you need to insure that monster won’t come back.”
It guarantees there will never again be a monster beneath your bed.
Then he put something in his son’s hands…”It’s a dreamcatcher.” He said
This will only let your good dreams in…it filters out the bad.
It will scare off any future monsters…no matter how big or ugly…or mad.
And from that day forward throughout the years
the dreamcatcher worked just like his dad said
and never again did he awaken to find
any monsters beneath his bed.
And many a morning we would awake and wonder…
since he only had good dreams…never bad.
if the magic was in his dreamcatcher…
or the magic was in his dad.
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