by Ethel Smith

Created on: December 14, 2008   Last Updated: October 16, 2009

When I was young

it seemed strange to me,

that at Christmas time

I would sit on the knee,

of a rather fat man

all dressed in red

who on Christmas Eve

left presents on my bed.

Just how this man

travelled here and then there

I was not sure

and so I would stare

when Santa appeared

at our school or a store

and then in a flash

be gone through the door.

How could this man

ride on a sleigh

that flew through the sky

on our special day?

How could he give

to so many so fast

such beautiful toys

that were made to last?.

The strangest thing though

was that on Christmas night

he would climb down our chimney

which must have been tight.

So that when we awoke,

so early next day,

our presents were there

but not Santa's sleigh.

Still, as we all know,

now we are grown,

mostly its magic

that brings Santa to our home

Its best not to wonder

just how things appear

but enjoy what you are given

for Christmas this year.

Merry Christmas Everyone.

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