The children in their beds,
The stockings hung up there,
The tree is up and ready,
All ready for Santa to be their!
Little Sarah's list has been mailed,
Here cookies are made,
The milk is on the table.
On the couch she has laid.
Grandma's blaket is falling
Teddy's on the ground,
Santa comes through the chimney.
He sees the blankets in a mound.
After the presents are set,
The cookies he eats.
He tiptoes over to Sarah,
As they meet.
"I must go, Sarah", said Santa,
As he touches his nose,
"I'll be back real soon."
And up the chimney he goes.
~Icy
Hope you liked my poem! I made it for you.
14 years, 11 months & 6 days ago
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