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Christmas Cheer
Poetry: As they lay in their beds.
It was so close to Christmas,
But 'twould never be guessed,
'Cos the hearts of the children,
Hung so low 'neath their chests.
As they lay in their beds,
Quilts pulled up high,
Their hopes and their spirits,
Were nowhere to find.
They looked out their windows,
Saw rain pouring down;
A blanket of water,
No snow to be found.
Quietly sighing,
They rose to their feet,
Tiptoeing softly,
No board dared to squeak.
Into the hallway,
They walked past the door,
They sat by the mantle,
And watched the flames roar.
Then without warning,
The flames disappeared,
Smoke, soot and cinders,
Were all that appeared.
They stifled their screaming,
As they heard a loud 'THUD!,
They saw red and white,
And they heard 'ho, ho ho!'
No doubt in their minds,
As to whom it must be,
They had only one query,
Why was he here?
He rose to his feet,
Brushed himself down,
Then smiled at them knowing,
Christmas Cheer had been found.
