by Carmen Henesy

Created on: December 12, 2009

Waiting to See Santa

I wait my turn,

So filled with dread,

No sugar plums,

Dance in my head!

I look at elves,

And sparkling trees,

Advancing slowly,

With shaking knees.

I’m in a dress,

Bright red and green,

It’s the worst thing,

I’ve ever seen!

My mom’s all smiles,

But I want to bawl,

I wish I were ten miles,

From this mall!

I wrote to Santa,

So why am I here?

Dragged reluctantly,

Year after year!

My turn is next,

Try to be polite,

Act like seeing Santa,

Is a great delight.

It’s an annual chore,

And now it’s done,

I can finally say,

God bless us, everyone!

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