General Poetry posted December 25, 2020


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A small boy remembers a special Christmas.

A Christmas to Remember

by Mr. Green



It was the night before Christmas and I couldn't sleep.

Not a little, not a lot, not even a peep,

I'd close my eyes and one would pop open. As soon as I'd close that one, the other would open.
It was like they were playing on a teeter-totter, across the bridge of my nose.

They must have been excited as I..., I suppose.

Now I was but five years old on that special night. So, I snuck out of bed, and down the stairs. All wrapped in my binkie, wearing Santa Clause clothes.

A funny red cap, too big for my head. My dad's big red socks flopping on my feet, and my fancy red P.J.'s , all nice and neat.

To the room with our tree, all covered with lights, I hid in the dark, far away from my bed.

I hid in the dark and waited, for Big Red.

The hours went by and my eyes grew tired, first one would close and then the other.

And pretty soon they had both retired.

When I awoke from my slumber, I had the biggest smile, as I saw there were presents waiting for me.

Then I saw my parents with their cups of coffee in hand. I thought I was in trouble, for they had caught me sleeping under the tree.

Their smiles glowed with a special love that filled the room, and I felt like the luckiest boy in the world. Then I realized I had missed Big Red.

But before he left, he had put a big Christmas bow on top of my head.

I smiled at my parents, and we all laughed. Then my mom brought me a cup of cocoa, and nothing was the same.

It was the night before Christmas when the magic came.




Merry Christmas to all of you.
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