It was Christmas Eve and the stocking were hung <br />there was a drink and food on the table <br />waiting for Santa to come. <br />Outside the snow was falling <br />for a white Christmas to be. <br />The children were all tucked in their bed <br /> after the bedtime stories had been read. <br />The Christmas tree lights twinkled <br />as peace descended all around. <br />Only the sleigh bells outside could be heard, <br />while up in the sky could be seen <br />a plump man with a beard <br />in sleigh driven by eight reindeer <br />shouting out a jolly Ho! Ho! <br />Down chimneys he slid with his big bag of toys, <br />visiting each house in turn as he passed on his way <br />to deliver everything before <br />the dawning light of Christmas day. <br />His magic would enthral the hearts of the old and the young. <br />When he was finished he shouted to everyone, <br />Have very Merry Christmas and to all a goodnight. <br />In a blink of an eye he started back <br />to the North Pole steering his reindeer <br />and was gone for another year. <br /> <br /> <br />24 December 2013<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-eve-33/
