Sunday, 30 November 2014

Father Christmas

The snow softly falls on Christmas Eve
Excitement abounds for those who believe
Children's faces gaze out from the light
Searching for Santa in the snowy night
Then off to bed skipping across the floor
Snuggled under covers they say "night mum"
And think happy thoughts of the day to come
They lie too excited to sleep in their beds
But sleep they do then they dream instead
Dreams of Santa Claus and presents galore
Dreams of toys and sweets and so much more
Then they awake in the early morning gloom
Squeals of another Christmas day has come
A day of love and laughter and above all fun

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