SANTA WAS HERE
I look through the window at the glistening snow.
The wind it howls each time that it blows.
Tree tops shimmer and dance in the light.
Children are dreaming of Santa tonight.
Bells are ringing, carolers they sing.
People young and old, they think of what santa will bring.
Wishes are made on stars in the sky.
Here comes Saint Nick with a gleam in his eyes.
Hooves on the rooftop they clitter and clack.
Down comes Santa with his big red pack.
The halls are strung with wreathes of Holly,
for the little man thats oh so jolly.
He brings us toys and things so dear.
That when we awake we can say,
SANTA WAS HERE!
Kimberley A Bradshaw
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