Poem -

Its Him

Father Christmas

Its Him

The reindeer dust is sprinkled
The stocking's hung up high
The longest eve of Christmas 
With no sleep in my eyes
I hear a distant bell ring
And close my eyes real tight
Santa might not visit me
Awake so late at night
The ringings getting closer
A noise upon the roof
Heard a hearty Ho Ho Ho
A distinct reindeer hoof
I creep towards the staircase 
Upon my tippy toes
Only for a glimpse of him
Before he has to go
The staircase was too creaky
He knew that I was there
He said that I'd been sneaky 
Then sat down on a chair 
He gave me half the cookie
A small sip of his drink
I could not believe my eyes
And gone within a blink
As I stood there bewildered 
I heard those hooves again
I looked out of the window
His sleigh flew down the lane


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Leah Cabael Yodico

A lovely poem for this yuletide season to read out loud. 
thanks for sharing and welcome back.
Merry Christmas 

hugs and kisses 

Katina Woodruff...


Nice rhyme scheme. 

Although, Christmas is over, I find myself wanting to read more holiday poems like yours. 

The pace of the poem is quick and passionate. 

Thank you for sharing your poem. 
I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. 

Enjoy your day. 

Larry Ran

My Dear Lorna,

What a lovely tale of an eager youth sneaking a peek at Santa.  I can remember when I was a little boy, my Mother looking in on me, to make sure I was asleep, and me, so naively, telling her that I was.

I pretend to sleep
Then sneaking down the stairway
I see Santa Claus

All my love,
Larry xxx