One Christmas Night
One Christmas night,
with sheer delight;
I spied a guest
upon a quest.
Down the chimney,
he did shinny;
His huge red bag
had not one snag.
Right up to our tree,
he tip-toed with ease;
He emptied his sack then,
enjoyed his snack.
I watched in amazement;
the great entertainment.
I had never believed,
such a sight, I would see.
It was always such fun;
the idea that he’d come.
This midnight guest,
on his Christmas quest.
Our cat made no sound
though he was around;
Old Santa so quiet;
he quickly did espy it.
Our long row of stockings;
colorfully lining
Our fireplace mantle;
to them, he did scramble.
More curious than he,
was the bag he’d emptied;
It still held enough,
so our socks, he did stuff.
He stood up and spied
my mind-blown eyes;
smiled and nodded his head
and I woke up, in bed.
I dashed to the living room;
though he’d left all too soon.
No one was there,
at whom, I could stare.
Instead one more gift,
my spirit, did lift;
On a huge and red plate,
was a giant fruit cake.
A note with it read,
“I put you to bed.
You must be asleep,
when away I do creep.”
Old Santa was real!
though a peek I did steal,
Left me in awe,
of what I saw.
Never doubt old St. Nick;
he knows all the tricks.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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