A Merry Christmas (poem)

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Poem and illustration By Melanie Rives

Little Margaret wanted badly,
Dear Santa Claus to see,
And so she crept to the living room soundly;
There, wrapped in a blanket, so warm was she.

Slowly, as she was reading her book,
Her head grew weary with the scents of Christmas.
Trying hard to stay awake so that she could look
At Santa when he came, she hummed a tune of joyfulness.

But slowly, her book dropped to the ground;
And the room was a vision of wonderful peace.
Santa Claus came, tiptoed past without a sound;
Leaving delightful gifts, he smiled at her sleep of ease.

And so we know this lovely sight,
Of the wonder of Christmas in a child’s eyes;
How all the world can be happy and light
If only we let our minds fly.


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