O Yule Of Little Faith
Been here for hours and hours
Think I’m turning blue!
But I gotta see! I gotta know!
I just know that it’s true!
Staring at the fireplace,
Looking for any sign,
It’s late late late Christmas Eve,
But Daddy says it’s fine.
Even if I wait all night
For hooves on our roof
But that won’t be even enough
I’ll need some real proof!
Sandman do your worst,
But *yawn* you won’ get me,
As I gaze at all the pretty lights
A-twinkling on our tree.
Wait! What was that?!
Something by the chimney?
Aww, it’s just that old fat Tom Cat
Playing with tinsel on a whimsy.
But *yawn* I feel so very warm.
*Yawn* but can’t go to…bed.
*Yawn* Sally Jane says he’s not real,
That, it’s all made up…in my…head….
Father smiled and picked up his Little Lilly
To take her at last to her own warm bed,
Missing some soot that trickled down,
When a jolly old man finally leapt off his sled.
–reprised from last year:
Merry Christmas!
Posted on December 17, 2013, in Poem and tagged belief, childhood, Christmas, Christmas Eve, Santa Claus. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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