It’s Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve, I’ve gone to bed,

Thoughts of presents in my head.

I slowly drift off to sleep,

Buried under covers, deep.

In my dreams, I see a sky,

Where magical reindeer fly.

Santa Claus shouts “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

To all on the land below.

On each roof, he does stop,

And leaves his sleigh with a hop.

Visiting all the good girls and boys,

Leaving them treats or clothes or toys.

Noises penetrate my sleeping head,

My two brothers jump on my bed.

I unwillingly start to wake,

It’s 5 am for goodness sake.

Awake, now, we go to see,

What is under our Christmas Tree.

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