Poetry

The Spirit of Christmas

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Tis the eve before the eve

  Should I believe

in Santa Claus?

Perhaps, he’s someone that was

Or maybe someone that is

 Well, is he going to show

this portly gent and his jolly ho ho

C’mon, when will I know?

 The chimney is swept

his secret, well kept

Milk and cookies I’ll share

prepared with such care

Oh, Santa Claus, I can’t wait

You best not be late

Please be a dear

Come spread your cheer

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-Eugenia

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14 replies »

  1. I love this …. so festive, full of the fun and anticipation we all should be able to feel at this time of the year.

  2. Your writing radiates happiness, a pleasure to read even though I’m expecting coal. And when my children were young, it was a joy to help Santa out.

  3. Adorable poem – and I loved the graphic. One year the Christmas floor in the “Miracle on 34th Street” Macys in NYC had a tree totally covered in tiny white lights and nothing but clear glass balls in a number of sizes – which looked exactly like someone had blown bubbles all over that tree. Thanks for bringing back the memory of that magical tree. Merry Christmas!
    xx,
    mgh
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