Waiting To See Santas Feet
Filled with magical dreams the boy’s still sat and wait
with their eyes gleaming bodies wiggling and screaming
The fireplace roaring waiting to see Santa’s feet
The turkey is cooking my stomach is growling I want to eat
frosty lays flat upon the ground ready to be rolled around
Filled with magical dreams the boy’s still sat and wait
Apple pie caught my eye with rolls and butter on my plate
Miracle on 34th street on TV with popcorn and candy
The fireplace roaring waiting to see Santa’s feet
As we watched the cat play with his cat nip Santa bait
the clock struck nine with the children's eyes still,
filled with magical dreams the boy’s still sat and wait
Excitement started to dwindle they both looked frustrated
Yet, their determination is what they had looking at
The fireplace roaring waiting to see Santa’s feet
Then a debate how bells, angels and wings were created
This went on for hours then the show was over and still
filled with magical dreams the boy’s still sit and wait
The fireplace roaring waiting to see Santa’s feet
Contest: Deck The Halls
Sponsored By: Joseph May
Date Created: 12/22/2020
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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