Christmas

Ah Christmas time

My favorite time to rhyme

I talk of children sleeping

Who actually are just peeping

Couldn't ever dream that one night

When we wait for the great fright

Of the reindeer hooves upon the house

Then they would scream as quiet as a loud mouse

But one sad Christmas long ago

I think I lost my Christmas ego

I waiting silently in my bed

Thinking of Santa in his reindeer sled

I stay awake until I heard the sound

That something on my roof had made ground

For years I was very afraid of looking

Santa could take away my presents and plum pudding

But this year, the age of twelve

I decided to come out of my cell

I walked around the house that night

Looking for something that would bring my light

Then I heard a bell so sweet

But as I saw the man complete

It was my father

And I said Oh bother

I ran to my bed and let in sink in

Santa and all that fuss just had been

A joke that I had to start cutting for

And thank you dear parents for cutting my beliefs to the core