This week I choose a Childhood Christmas from Josie’s list of prompts. This is a poem about what stick’s out most about my Christmas’ when I was little.
I can’t sleep,
I’m waiting to hear those jingle bells.
Santa won’t come until I’m asleep,
How will he know?
I’ll close my eyes.
I can’t step out of bed,
I try to prod my stocking with my foot,
Quickly pulling it back under the covers.
I have to keep my toes in tight,
For fear he may try to bite,
The one with the red nose in sight.
Sleep finally claims me,
I wake up, wriggling my toes,
To make sure Rudolph didn’t have a nibble.
All intact, I jump up,
My stocking bulging full with toys,
Excitedly running to my parents room.
I open the stocking with eyes so wide,
I’m not going back to sleep,
Santa’s been, let’s go see…
This brought back clear memories of how I felt when I was little. Brilliant!
Wonderful poem, so full of anxious excitment!
Wow, I loved this!!! Fabulous. xxx
aw I love this Susan, reminds me of when I was scared in case santa knew i was awake and i wouldnt get anything hehe – great work xx
So full of excitement – love it! x