Santa's Visit
A boy asked his mother if he
could meet Santa Claus
He said he had "just
cause"
"Well", said his
mother with a little cheer,
"Maybe you'll get to
meet him for the first time this year."
The boy stayed up until his
eyes were red
Waiting for Santa until his
mother said,
"It's time for bed"
A little later he heard a
"Ho! Ho! Ho!"
So, he ran downstairs as fast
as he could go
He thought he saw Santa or
was his mind playing tricks?
When he only saw a glimmer
Because Santa was too quick
He left a note saying
"Keep up your cheer;
we might get to meet for the
first time next year."
David Fox has been published
in over 100 places, including journals, websites, newsletters, blogs, and
posting boards. He has been published in the U.S., U.K., Canada, India,
Finland, and the U.A.E. but is also interested in learning about websites or
journals that take e-mail submissions from other countries. He edits the
magazine, "The Poet's Art" (see the ad in the Whispers column).
Enjoyed your poem cute David. Christmas is magic seen through a child's eyes! When my boys were little, they hoped to stay up late to get a glimpse of Santa, & I would have to tell them he wouldn't come if they were up. Lickety split, they headed for their beds. Always worked! Merry Christmas & Happy New Year to you!
ReplyDeleteDear David,
ReplyDeleteI admire poets with rhyming skill. This piece is charming.
Thank you.
Michael
Thank you Christine and Michael for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteYours truly,
David Fox