Christmas Eve

• Summer Church, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

It’s Christmas Eve and Santa is near.
Be sure to leave a carrot for the reindeer,
a plate of cookies, a glass of milk
for the man that wears such red, lovely silk
with his beard white as snow.
The man that we don’t see or know.
So be sure to go to sleep or else he might go
but what’s under the Christmas tree nobody knows.
It stays a secret till the dark night goes.
The moon passes in the midnight black sky.
Then finally it’s morning time.
The sun is high , the day is prime.
I jump on the beds and yell it’s Christmas time.
Hurray, hurray.
I hope you have a jolly good day.