“Do you hear? Oh, can’t you hear!”
She whispered in her little sister’s ear.
“There! Clip, clop…up on the roof!”
The drowzled child beside her
Pulled and pushed herself up
And out of her warm lullaby dream
To hear for real and always
The child magic sounds
Of Christmas Eve night.
They sat with prayerful, eager faces,
Eyes flashing with imagined secret sights.
Could anyone be as lucky as they?
Had any other child been blessed
With such a chance?
“Let’s go see!”
Tiny fingers pushed aside the heavy covers.
“No, you mustn’t!
You’re not supposed to watch him.
He wouldn’t like it.”
Back, back lay the sleepy heads
And soon the quickened heartbeats
Slowed to the hushed pit-pat
Of reindeer hooves waiting,
Patiently waiting for the dawn.
#SantaClausMemory #Christmas #ChildhoodPoetry
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