My Many Dreams
My Many Dreams
While writing a poem will often pause
Wondering if there is a Santa Claus
Who on sleigh rides through the air
Would be quite cold if body was bare.
So first find clothes and put them on
Middle of night before early next dawn
In his big bag he has to secure and hide
Toys so safely down chimney can slide.
Everyone's spirits Santa seems to uplift
When he gives all of them a great gift
Often I might appear to be tongue-tied
In my many dreams toys were all inside.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Might be quite a bit off season of course.
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