Poem -
Baby Santa
I watch my baby jumping up and down
In his little jumperoo
He met Santa yesterday
And got a picture, too!
We dressed him up just the same
As the jolly old guy in red
Who was tickled pink as he asked his name
"It's my mini-me!" he said
He sat and talked, he shot the breeze
The early there's no crowd
Our baby sat upon his knee
Quiet and observant, we were so proud!
We shared a few laughs and then had to go
Someone else was now in line
To see the big jolly man sitting next to fake snow
This outing was sublime!
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Santa has lost some of his glamor, but the old guy can still turn a few heads! This was a nice Christmas story. Anthony
Thanks!Ā We had a lot of fun getting the Santa pics!Ā At least until the photographer started jingling some bells and scared the crap outta kiddo...Ā Still, Santa was cool!Ā Thanks for the comment!
Merry Christmas!
Random Enigma,
Well write and with all the (Xmas) spirit, that could be asked of by any....A poem when read, leaves a smile on the face and warmth in the heart and through this poem, exuberates the real meaning of (Xmas) not only from the eyes of the child but through and from the heart of the proud parent sharing it. Job well done and with the true meaning of (Xmas) displayed from word one to the complete end.....
Merry Xmas to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim
~blushing~ You give me too much credit, sir!Ā Thank you very much!Ā Merry Christmas to you as well!
Credit well deserved..
Take Care,
Jim