Poetry

Lil Dreamers

Tip toe, Tip toe
Down the stairs we go,
silently without a sound,
cause no one’s supposed to know.

Lil sissy, take my hand
and we’ll go past the tree,
take a glimpse and hide there,
where surely he cannot see.

Hear that? Listen close,
I think I hear his sleigh,
hold your breath,he’s almost here,
and Rudolph lights the way!

Any minute now,
Please don’t make a peep,
We’ll catch Santa for sure
if we keep from falling asleep…

Tick tock, Tick tock
they dream of mistletoe
as Santa quickly leaves his gifts,
assured the dreamers don’t know…

©LMS

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