Christmas Is Coming

A Poem For The Young At Heart

Just a bit of fun to welcome the 

Season.

Whilst up on the hillside ridge of snow,

Could clearly see my house down below;

It was chilly on this Christmas Eve night,

With stars that were twinkling so bright.

Then I saw him and it happened so fast,

Like a childhood memory from the past;

Found myself swiftly down in the valley,

Slung over his shoulder sack he did carry.

He was bigger than I thought he would be,

With red rosy cheeks appearing before me;

A coating of dust covered his black boots,

Coal speckled white beard and his red suit.

Gazing into his eyes I'm sure he spoke to me,

saying: “why are you up at this hour of three?”

Not by word of mouth, but in my imagination,

My mind heard those words like an inovation.

There's no doubt I believed in what I'd viewed,

Because anything is possible was my attitued...

Rubbing my eyes to see if possibly I was wrong,

I opened them – and in that moment he was gone.

Now I'm tired and listless on this magical night,

The ambience of the season sparkling delight;

I fell asleep in my bed with energies unfolding,

Closed eyes contemplating Christmas is coming.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

TO ALL AT ABC TALES,

AND GOOD HEALTH

AND HAPPINESS IN

THE NEW YEAR.

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