Christmas Morning

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</figure>Is it time yet? She peeps from her blanket again. Tiptoes to downstairs, But oh no, There is a shadow Near the fireplace. What if She sees Santa? What if Santa’s magic fades? She tiptoes back to bed Waiting for dawn to break.Tick tock Tick tock She counts the beats of the clock, till she drifts away, with dreams of reindeers.Wake up! Wake up! Her sister screams. He was here Presents are # Options under the tree. She screams and runs, to see the fun. There it was All she wanted and more. There it was all the gifts covering the floor.One for Mama One for Sis One for Papa And this big one for me. Opening and tearing up at the speed of the train. Smiling and laughing chatting nineteen to a dozen. I love Christmas mornings She declared. Thank you, Santa We will wait for you next year! Merry Christmas!</article></body>

A Poem Of My Youngest On Christmas Morning

Is it time yet? She peeps from her blanket again. Tiptoes to downstairs, But oh no, There is a shadow Near the fireplace. What if She sees Santa? What if Santa’s magic fades? She tiptoes back to bed Waiting for dawn to break.

Tick tock Tick tock She counts the beats of the clock, till she drifts away, with dreams of reindeers.

Wake up! Wake up! Her sister screams. He was here Presents are under the tree. She screams and runs, to see the fun. There it was All she wanted and more. There it was all the gifts covering the floor.

One for Mama One for Sis One for Papa And this big one for me. Opening and tearing up at the speed of the train. Smiling and laughing chatting nineteen to a dozen. I love Christmas mornings She declared. Thank you, Santa We will wait for you next year! Merry Christmas!