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CHRISTMAS     MORN



With eyes as wide as saucers
They crept downstairs on Christmas morn
Tip-toeing on the staircase
Which wasn't quite the norm

Usually a stampede of wildebeest
Charging through the house
Today, just in case Father Christmas was still there
Each whispered like a mouse

Rapturous screams when they saw the tree lit
With the angel peering down
They rushed to see the mountain of gifts
Still wearing warming dressing gowns

Each box was immaculately wrapped
In a kaleidoscope of shiny foil
They ever so tentatively opened them
It seemed too good to spoil

Ohh's and ahh's and thrilled dances round the room
Faces brimming after a restless night
It was worth all those weeks of trauma
Just to see that wonderful sight!




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