My Christmas Eve Tree
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Poetry/Rhyme/My Christmas Eve Tree
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1688-238-21
All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
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Written, November 21, 2024/ Human Written
For the International Contest, The Night Before - 4
Sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 12/21/2024
Second Place

Twas the night before Christmas-
and my tree needed some decorations,
within a tattered box were some old creations;
from grandma, from mom, and from family donations.
So, off I went to dig through my locker room,
oh, that gloomy place was like a dusty tomb;
found them . . . all those old precious balls and stuff,
nothing new, most of them cracked, faded and a bit rough.
I pray Santa knows how much these decorations I love,
for they all came from angels now residing above;
amazing how tinsel can hide flaws as I hang it with care,
and standing back I cannot help to have a tear.
Twas the night before Christmas-
and my tree is all lit up shining and sparkling bright,
I leave a cookie and milk snack and a note for Santa tonight;
Santa, I only want one thing, a kitten fat, fluffy and pure white.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024
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