Meeting Santa

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In the still silence late at night,
I awakened to get a bite
To satisfy a midnight craving,
Worth the trouble of misbehaving.

When I reached the end of the hall,
I will never forget the thing I saw:
Santa himself, eating the milk and cookies
I made, as they’re his usual amenities.

Filled with excitement, filled with glee,
I ran right past him, towards the tree
That he had filled with all of my presents,
But what I heard did not make any sense!

For when he called me, I thought I was mad-
I heard the voice of my very own Dad!
From that point on, I was pretty suspicious
I would not let him wish me a “Merry Christmas.”

But when Santa said he was in a hurry,
I let him leave my house without worry.
Once I heard his feet on the roof
I knew that I had substantial proof.

With new found confidence in St. Nick
I raced up the stairs, to my room as quick
As Santa’s reindeer, who flew away,
And I fell asleep ready for Christmas Day.





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