The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
my small granddaughter, excited over the party gorgeous,
and for the gifts Santa would bring for her,
wanted the nightly hours of wait to be soon over.
She’d heard Santa would come through the chimney,
so, if there was one in place, she wanted to see,
rushed to the roof-top, but didn’t find one.
In tears she said Santa’s visit was undone.
I assured he would come through the window for sure,
and give her the gifts that would certainly allure.
At night the window she didn’t let us close,
though outside the chilled wind from snowfield arose.
The morn sun flooded her room through the window wide,
she cried out in joy seeing the gifts lying by her side,
but her voice was choked in a bout of cold.
That night before Christmas she won’t forget even when she’s old.
December 1, 2019
Contest : The Night Before 2
Sponsor : Joseph May
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