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Santa’s Christmas Eve


Fluttering flurries of snowflakes

Soon fell on Christmas Eve

And from their warm bedroom windows

Children could now believe

Santa would fly with his reindeer

Stopping at each chimney stack

And whilst they soundly were sleeping

He’d choose the gifts from his sack

Then down the chimney he’ll clamber

Leaving his gifts by the bed

Some children later would say that

They saw him all dressed in red

Grown-ups will know this can’t happen

Fairy dust keeps them asleep

His magic would soon be broken

If they all took a peep

So children be very good now

Be glad that old Santa came

A Christmas Eve without Santa

Would surely not be the same

Don Holmes