Christmas Memories as a Child
Contributed by
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
on
Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 06:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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It was the night before Christmas, as I remember it clear,
We lay in our beds hoping Santa was near.
We tossed and turned, awaiting first light,
To see what Santa had brought us that night.
And in the wee hours, we slipped from our beds,
To creep down stairs, spying for bikes and sleds.
“Wake up Mom and Dad”, we yelled out loud,
Santa had come, with toys from the elves.
Red, yellow, and green, were the paper and bows,
But to whom the big present? Only Santa knows.
We ripped and tore, until the floor was a mess,
Which toys to play with first, was the only test.
Baby dolls for Lisa, Tonka trucks for Bill,
We just kept opening, Till we got our fill.
Those memories are so precious, and not one to few,
Going up from a child, was the last thing I wanted to do.
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Jeff_Scott_Morehead
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2002-12-05 18:40:00] (Date/Time posted on
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