My Sixth Christmas
Hoping to See Santa covered in soot
eating his cookies, I dashed barefoot
to the living room and found—not
him, but he left me a lot:
doll, stroller, candy, fruit,
books, jump rope, toy flute,
and socks. Christmas
rocked when I
was just
six!
This would be classified as an etheree if not for the rhyming.
Date: November 25, 2017
Contest Title: Childhood Christmas Memories
Sponsor: Bic Gi-Sa
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
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