This is my entry for the lovely Josie’s Writing Workshop over at Sleep is for the Weak.
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.
Rudolph Bites Your Toes
I won’t sleep,
I can’t sleep,
I’m waiting to hear those jingle bells.
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…
Hope you enjoyed my story, why not check out the rest of the entries over at Sleep is for the weak.
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