Poem Eight

If your reading this and its Christmas Eve and night

Then close your little eyes screw them up tight

For Father Christmas is on his way

Delivering presents for Christmas Day

But he will not stop at houses where

He thinks children will stop and stare

Watching for that streak in the sky

The comet thats a sled going by

So now it is time for sleep

And only naughty children peep

But just incase I leave with you

Binoculars that will improve your view

Goodnight Christmas 09

Posted: Thursday, November 26th, 2009 @ 12:25 pm
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