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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