Merry Christmas Poem
A dream
Twas the night before Christmas that's when I saw Santa.
The human was stirring not even animal.
I saw him putting presents under the tree.
He turns around and sees me.
By the time he was done he winked to me and disappeared like a puff of smoke.
On the roof I hear two large thuds.
By the prickle of my ears I listen in.
As I listen to him say on dasher, Dancer, on Prancer, on Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.
Rudolph with your nose so bright I need help to see tonight.
I run outside after seeing the red light in the window.
Full of magic and light I see Santa fly away on a cold winters night.
Merry Christmas Vocal Family
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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