"Tis Christmas Eve"

It's Christmas eve, before the sun,
Hardest work already done.
Toy's laid out under neath the tree,
Waiting for all the children's glee.

A choo choo train runs all around,
On golden rails, from town to town.
A smiling doll, with big blue eye's,
Smack her tush, she pout's and cry's.
 

The rest of the gifts, are wrapped up tight,
In ribbon's and paper, so shiny and bright.
The Christmas light's blink here and there,
A log on the fire, for warmth and for flair.
 

The children are sleeping in sweet slumber land,
In their mind's they dream of treat's oh so grand.
Santa is coming, his Reindeer are towing,
A sled full of gift's, all hearts are a glowing.
 

He slides down the chimny, all black and so sooty,
The pack on his back, crammed with all kind's of goodies.
When done with his task, and all thing's are in place,
He flashes a smile across his fat chubby face.

The cookies and milk, were gone in a wink,
Put his dirty dishes, in mom's kitchen sink.
The carrot's he takes to his Reindeer awaiting,
They stomp all their hooves, while anticipating.
 

Then off of the roof, they fly through the night,
To their next destination, it's a wonderful sight.
When all work is done, and they're North Pole bound,
He's sure all is happy, there won't be a frown.

So rise little children, and awaken your folk's,
Can't wait any longer, there's no time for joke's.
Check out all your gift's, your dream's and the laughter's,
Santa was here, and that's all that matter's.
 

(Written Nov. 18, 1992 by Martha Charlene (Gray) Peckinpaugh).
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This poem won the Editor's Choice Award Certificate in one of two poem
contests I entered it in and it is printed in two Anthology (poem)
books.  I have both of these books.
 
 

  OH Come All Ye Faithful