Spying On Santa
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I saw red reflecting off winter snow
as I stared out the window on tip-toe.
And I'm quite sure that I saw Rudolph's nose,
but it could have been a plane, I suppose.
I couldn't see his sleigh amidst the shadows,
but I knew that Santa Claus always shows.
And then, I heard bells jiggling, and I froze;
I'm spying on Santa; what if he knows?
I flew across the room in my bedclothes;
and closing my eyes, I pretend to doze.
What happened next, I can't rightly disclose,
let's just say spying's best left to the pros.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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