Waiting For Santa
I wish I could go back in time to childhood,
Go back, back to when I was a little girl;
Full of Christmas happiness and joy,
And the anticipation of Santa coming.
O, how I loved Christmas with my family,
The cooking and the decorating of the tree;
Mom fussing, grandma dusting and me helping,
And dad untangling the lights (swearing).
The fireplace was crackling and glowing,
And outside the snow was beginning to fall;
And us kids were so excited waiting for Santa Claus,
Mom was telling us Christmas stories.
Oh, on Christmas morning sneaking downstairs,
And all the presents stacked beneath the tree;
How could mom and dad and grandma be sleeping;
I checked to see if Santa had eaten his cookies.
Yes, only crumbs remained and his milk was gone,
How did he always know what I wanted;
It was the miracle of Christmas this adult thinks,
I still enjoy waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve
You, never know he could really exist for real,
Just because we cannot see him, he could still be;
That jolly man in a red suit, with white whiskers,
Riding a red sleigh with his frisky reindeer.
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November 19, 2015
Narrative
For the contest, Story Poem About Santa Claus
Sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
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