The car ride seems never ending.
Over another snowy hill,
around an icy bend,
and now a never ending traffic jam.
I slowly start drifting away,
dreaming of St. Nick.

I can only hope I meet Santa,
The anticipation is killing me.
I have never got to meet the “real Santa”,
he wears tall black boots,
with a furry red suit.
His beard is as white as snow,
a belly that jiggles like jello.

Today is the day..

I’m finally meeting Santa.
Slowly approaching him,
Not knowing what to think
what to say.
a permanent grin from ear to ear,
excitement rushes through me.
“What would you like for Christmas?”
Santa’s voice sings
I quickly reply,
“A doll that looks just like me,
short blond hair, with blue eyes.”
I continue to ramble,
“We will be best friends,
and we will skate together,
and sled together,
and even bake together.”

Pausing in silence
where would she sleep?
With my puppy dog eyes
and my innocent voice,
“I ask for a house for my doll and I”
prancing away with excitement
I hear Santa whisper to an elf,
“Looks like she was on the nice list!”