Christmas Dreams
By jolono
Mon, 24 Dec 2012
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“Can we stay up late?”
“No, get to bed,he’s coming.”
“Will it snow mum?”
“Wait and see, it might.”
Tucked up tight, all warm
Kissed goodnight, door closed.
Me and sister, six years old
Can’t sleep, too excited.
“Has he been yet?”
We both look, not yet.
Hours pass, still no sign
Then eyes fade and we fall.
We wake, not yet light outside
We look and shout “ He’s been.”
Pillow cases full, bulging
At the bottom of the bed
Nuts, fruit, sweets, then
The toy, the one toy
We’ve both got our dreams.
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