The Night Before Christmas

• Sybil Fleetwood, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

I place the choc chip cookies on the kitchen bench,
then say good night to mum and dad and tip to up to bed.
I put my pjs on and snuggle up in bed,
then I hear a jingle inside my little head.
I look outside my window to see what I could see,
when all of a sudden a red glow came upon me.
I tiptoe to the kitchen to see what I could find,
jingle jingle there it goes across the snow and past my toe,
Never ever will I know which way I should go.