This is the Christmas poem I sent home as apart of our family tradition for the kids to waken the parents on Christmas morning. As I was not home, I had my brother read this. To preface; we are working on a model sailing boat. A Christmas tradition is for Santa Clause to set his presents up in stations for each person, so that when the kids emerge into the family room; there are these really neat stations set up with our presents. I use station, for that is the closest thing I can think of at the moment to describe how Santa Clause (hint) gives his presents. Oh, and Johnny is what my grandmother might have called my father.
A Christmas Morning Wake-Up
When evening in the house was grey,
A footstep on the hearth was heard.
From rooftop mount he slid away,
Through chimney steep his girth ushered.
From Living room to Family room,
He noticed a tall ship with glee.
Then gracefully blushed full bloom,
When sighting sweets beside the tree.
To work he went, with quick accord,
For time was pressing, he had to soar.
Nate had asked him for a sword,
But Johnny he would need that for.
Though time was tight he took the sight,
Of other work their done before.
Built stations there were not a blight,
Their build he could not but adore.
The children of this man, said he;
Will be blessed by his ability.
To wake in the morning and find with glee,
What lies here, I wish I could see!
Back to his sled he went ahead,
Knowing he would not encounter.
That breakfast twist bread, with oh sweet spread,
He dearly wished to devour.
Here ends my tail of old Saint Nick,
I hope Nathaniel’s faithfully read.
And as tradition tells to do quick,
With question do I jump, full on your bed.
Can we go downstairs now?
By: Adam Lewis
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