Santa Is Real

Christmas eve, wind so cold Scent of pines all over our home Tiny, shiny lights and decors Gifts and presents to give for all i'm just a little boy who loves Christmas 'cause i receive toys, and candies sometimes But the best i want to experience, Is to feel Santa's existence My mama told a story about Santa Fat, white-bearded, and in a red suit man Living with his reindeers in North Pole Making gifts for kids with kind soul I put a big sock on my wall before I sleep 'cause they said Santa will put something on it I have been a good boy this whole year Hope he will give me the toy I've wished I woke up, breeze, and felt so cold It's twelve o'clock midnight, dong! dong! Scared, frightened, I know I'm not alone I kept my eyes conscious, alert in my room I suddenly saw a Man who has a box wrapped in a green paper, with a ribbon on top He came near to my room, and found the sock Happy, calm face, he put the box inside I closed my eyes, for him to think i'm asleep He sat on my bed and patted my hair Said these words to me, and felt his heartbeat "I love you, be a good boy again next year" "Santa is real!" early in the morning I've yelled All was awake because of my excitement I've showed them the sock with a gift Told the story of what was happened Santa's expression is smile, not Ho!ho! Santa is not fat! but a fit person His beard and hair is not white, but brown He's wearing white, shining like a sun! *** 1st Place "Story Poem" contest Sponsored by: Carol Eastman