Every year without fail
On Christmas Eve
It would appear
And we children
Would squeal out
A deafening cheer
When the source
Of our excitement
Was carefully set down
And we would sit
In our clean pajama’s
And dressing gown
And stare at the
object
Open mouthed
In gleeful expectation
Of what was beneath
The cotton wool and
Red crepe paper
creation
We would have to wait
The longest time
In anticipation
But it was worth it
Too see inside the
belly
Of Santa’s incarnation
And when we thought
We could wait no
longer
We all jumped to our
feet
As Dad slowly removed
The pink faced head
And revealed the
treats
And as Dad gave Santa
A little shake, out
spilled
The Christmas sweets
