by brian francis
The gifts are tucked beneath the tree
the children are asleep
With milk and cookies placed carefully
by the mantle piece,
The snow is falling, large gentle flakes
as I look out on the lawn
I can barely wait for Christmas day
the children’s favorite dawn
Excitement stirs within my heart
on this still and quite eve
now to lock the doors
and drink my milk
and take a Santa bite
Then off to bed
to try and sleep
through this restless night
I’ll cuddle close to pass the time
Our love will keep me warm
I know that I will hardly sleep
as I wait for Christmas morn
Copyright © 2020 brian francis
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