A POET’S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

HOLIDAY WRITE

It was the hour before Midnight the time for a Holiday Poet write

The Poet knew it had to be something that would excite

Burning the night thinking oil

Yet being intrigue with no foil

A little boy was sitting in his own house on Santa’s lap

Santa in smiles with a jolly look along with his Red and White including his cap

The Little boy’s parents were asleep for the night in their deep nap

Soon after, the little boy offered Santa a Cookie and Milk snack

During this time, Santa was narrating all about the North Pole

It was a wonder in the little boy taking whole

As the story would start, the Elves are the toy makers and the production

That was Santa’s introduction

The little boy responded, “Toys”

Oh what a joy

Of Course, Ms. Claus keeps Santa fattened up

Oh the Christmas winter snows and the shining stars

Every Star twinkles far

Yet they bring a remembrance of a miracle

Oh come all you happy Children

Marvel the wonder and Spectacular

Look to Christmas beyond

It was a little Babe that was born

Being the Light of the World that would be walking among

Santa’s fascination in narration caused the little boy to break into a yond

Now was now time for the little boy to sleep

Santa has a busy schedule to keep

So Santa carried the little boy to his bed

Lately called all his Reindeer

Right at that moment, Santa dashed away

Gifts were left under the little boy’s Tree

The Christmas momentum in preserver

The holiday season had truly arrived

Yet the night was Santa’s threshold in behold

Yonder the star and a Babe being holy a far

Season’s Greetings too all

Cheers and be Merry.