Under the Tree
Under the Tree, Santa in flight
Gifts being shared, so much delight.
Such a joyous, fun time of year,
So much giving… holiday cheer.
Blizzard in my, stomach all night.
I hope Santa gets my gift right,
I have been good, and do not fight.
In the morning, will it be here
Under the Tree.
On Christmas Day, eyes touched by light,
Oh that gift would be a sweet sight.
Did Santa come, with his reindeer?
I’m in jitters, will it appear.
Then I see, a shiny new bike
Under the Tree.
By: Greg Stanley
For Cyndi’s “Gifts Given, Gifts Received” Contest
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