Chestnuts are roasting
And champagne we are toasting
As wee girls and boys
Await their new toys
Dreaming in bed
Of the man in red…
(But I worry about Santa’s back
Carrying so many toys in that sack)
Now I’ve seen all the movies
And I know all the theories
About how the toys just appear
With the pause of reindeer
And the magical mystery
Of a simple chimney…
(So, does every house just disarm
Their burglar alarm?)
I love the wonder and glee
In every child I see
When giving Santa their list,
Gently tugging on his wrist,
Placing desire in his hands
Trusting and loving the jolly old man
(Now, how can he possibly eat
Every single left-out treat?)
Remember how we would all scurry
To our beds in a frenzied hurry
When we thought dear Santa might get a peek
Of us all not fast asleep?
That excited flutter deep in your chest
Thinking how Christmas was just simply the best
(But, Dear Santa, I better see under the tree
*That* special ring from Tiffany's!)
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©ElizabellaJones
