A Christmas Dream

A Christmas Dream A clatter on the rooftop In the dark of Christmas Eve Eyes peek from ‘neath the covers Filled with stories they believe. Wondering if they have been good And if Dear Old Santa knows? Hoping his bag is full of toys for them As anticipation grows. Ears straining in the silence To hear Santa at the tree Fighting back the temptation To slip out of bed and see. Hearing the, “Ho, ho, ho”. As he gets back on his sleigh Mingled with reindeers’ hoofbeats They hear, “Up, up and away”. Eyes opened wide on Christmas morn At the first dawning’ light Hoping they were not a dream Those sounds heard in the night. Del “Abe” Jones