A Dream On Christmas Eve

It was the night before christmas,

after every one went to bed,

The stockings were hung

by the chimney with a golden thread.

The room was lit up

by the tall beautiful twinkling Xmas tree.

Cookies were laid on the table

as well as a cup of tea.

Out on the lawn there was no snow,

only moonlight gave the world a silver floor.

Suddendly I heard a clatter,

And wondered what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew,

Opened the curtain and searched through.

To my curious eyes there was Santa Claus on the neighbour's roof,

I could see eight reindeer, I could hear their hoovies.

To my fireplace I ran

Underneath, the ashes had gone everywhere,

I realized that Santa Claus must have had a plan,

He had been to my house then rushed to there.

What a busy night for an old man!

With Loads of presents and tons of love,

Trying to give people as much as he could,

Behaving like an angel soaring above.

I went to the area where the Xmas tree stood,

So many gifts were beautifully wrapped, boy did they look good.

My eyes were caught by a little box,

Tore open the wrapping paper,but not the locks.

What a surprise after I opened it with the magic key,

A delicate book was specifically addressed to me.

Page after page I turned,

Inside were all poems I have learned.

Merry Christmas my friends!