by Heidi Delane

Created on: December 18, 2008

Christmas Spirit

Sleeping under the Christmas tree

In my new flannel nightgown,

I wondered where I would be

Years from now, when grown.

Thinking back now, I laugh and yawn,

And stumble to my room,

It's getting late, hot chocolate's gone

Just my warm blankets and the moon.

Snug in bed I sigh, and moan,

I should have written to St. Nick!

Although I'm more than grown-

I'd wish that no one ever got sick,

And that the poor would always eat.

I'd ask for peace and safety-

I know that's quite a feat.

But if anyone could do it

I know old Santa could!

And so in bed I squeeze my eyes

And wish for all things good.

Just then a light up in the sky

Blazed in front of my window.

What that? A sleighbell? It couldn't be...

But then there was no doubt

Santa winked and smiled at me,

A believer? I am devout!

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