Who's That Knocking At My Door
On Christmas Eve, fast asleep,
since I counted all my sheep,
Snug and warm in bed, I lay
till I wake on Christmas Day.
Who's that knocking at my door?
God, it's only half-past four!
Half asleep and half awake,
suddenly, I start to shake.
Is it bad news, is it good?
Now alarmed, think if I should
walk the hall down to that door,
lift the curtain to explore?
Would I see some monster eyes,
or a burglar in disguise?
Not thinking straight, this is true;
but I must, this I knew.
Knocking, knocking, still, I hear
That late-night sound that I fear.
Half-past four on Christmas Eve;
this- I still could not believe.
Slowing walking with great heed
to confront this scary deed;
pulled the curtain back to see-
then I laughed so happily!
A tall box, there in my sight
'gainst the door, this windy night,
knocking on the glass, you see,
Christmas late delivery!
December 18, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Who's That Knocking At My Door?
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Judged: 01/02/2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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