Every year without fail
On
Christmas Eve
It
would appear
And
we children
Would
squeal out
A
deafening cheer
When
the source
Of
our excitement
Was
carefully set down
And
we would sit
In
our clean pajama’s
And
dressing gown
And
stare at the object
Open
mouthed
In
gleeful expectation
Of
what was beneath
The
cotton wool and
Red
crepe paper creation
We
would have to wait
The
longest time
In
anticipation
But
it was worth it
Too
see inside the belly
Of
Santa’s incarnation
And
when we thought
We
could wait no longer
We
all jumped to our feet
As
Dad slowly removed
The
pink faced head
And
revealed the treats
And
as Dad gave Santa
A
little shake, out spilled
The
Christmas sweets
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