The stockings were hung…
waiting for the arrival of the man with flair
not to mention his long, curly white hair
Shh… he’s arrived, sat on a barrel as his chair
Sneak in and see what what he has, if your dare
But remember, t’is the season to share…
And now my poem is over (thankfully, you say)
But before I bid my final adieu, if I may…
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Wishing you all the merriest of Christmases. May all your wishes have come true.
What did you get in your Christmas stocking? Were you naughty or nice? Treats or a lump of coal?