I can hear the bells ringing in my ear.
They are so loud that all can hear.
Santa rides through town in his slay.
and as he does the children pray .
Naughty or nice you have a gift.
You should now, its something that YOU have.
you should figure it out before my shift.
On that table lay some cookies on a plate.
The cookies are not gone.
The children wonder if he was late.
I can hear the bells slowly going away.
The yells of laughter and joy start as the children awake.
But If you did not get A present.
Try to remember that you have a family.
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8 comments:
Very nice poem! Is this your own creation? I didn't know that you write poetry!
I love you Josh...did you get this poem as a gift from God for your confused heart?
yes it is oma...and yes mom... :)
I just started writing poetry for fun.... :)
It is definitely as mom says A Gift from God! I just read it to Opa and he said, "That's a nice poem." Us poets will have to go out for coffee someday and chat about poetry!!!
YAH!
totally!
I think too it is a good poem. The best writing comes from the heart: writing down what you feel.
ya....that was mostly what it had to do ...yah!
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