by Teri Couture copyright®2002
He crept down the stairs
And stifled a yawn.
It was too hard to wait
For the day to dawn.
His eyes flew open
His heart jumped in his throat
Under the Christmas tree
Sat a large boat.
Just what I wanted!
The thought swam in his head.
Now I can sneak off
And go back to bed.
But he just couldn’t sleep
No rest did he get
There was a problem,
He was upset.
It’s just like Santa
To hand me this fate—
I can’t use it now
I have six months to wait!
Monday, February 14, 2011
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