A Story of Christmas Eve…

24 Dec

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A little boy on Christmas Eve
Was waiting in his bed
For Santa Claus to visit him
Dressed head to toe in red.
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He tried to sleep but couldn’t,
Excitement overtook!
He hid beneath his duvet
And tried to read a book.
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With one eye on his stocking,
Hung with care upon his bed,
He was watching out for Santa
And Rudolf pulling the sled…
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But tiredness crept up on him
He fought to stay awake
He thought he’d put the light on
But that was a mistake…


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His eyes began to close
As he fought against the sleep
But sleep won this night’s battle
No need for counting sheep…
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And while the boy was sleeping
A man appeared in red
White trim upon his trousers
And white beard upon his head…
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Could this be the real Santa?
The bedroom light was on…
But how to waken up the boy?
A huge loud Santa yawn!
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The boy stirred, he turned over,
Was sure he’d heard a noise
He sat up in his bed awake
And looked at all his toys…
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But did one move he wondered?
Or was it just a dream?
He turned the light out, lay back down
It wasn’t what it seemed.
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And as he lay in darkness
He heard what seemed to be
His toys begin to move around
And snigger and tee hee…
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He peered at them with sleepy eyes
Through darkness tinged with light
From stars outside and bright white moon
And oh my, what a sight!
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The shadows danced in darkness
He rubbed his eyes once more
And looked despite his blinking
At his toys all on the floor…
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They moved together slowly
Towards him in his bed
He hid beneath the duvet
As he slowly filled with dread…
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They moved so slowly forward
This surely was a dream?
Toys aren’t alive he told himself
As he struggled not to scream!
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He closed his eyes once more
And pinched himself to see
If this was real, or just a dream
And was it time to flee…?
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He didn’t feel the pinches
Though he pinched pretty hard
And so he thought it wasn’t real
And he let down his guard.
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The toys, they kept on coming
Towards him in his bed
He turned around and faced the wall
Not knowing what lay ahead…
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The toys were at the bed now
And one was heard to shout
The little boy in sleepy land
Woke up and looked about.
**
He saw the toys beside him
But this time wasn’t scared,
As if he knew they needed him
Though he was unprepared…
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So what had happened? Why the fuss?
And did he hear a yelp?
And where was Santa? Was he here?
And why the cry for help?
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He had a stretch to waken up
And stumbled out of bed
Turned on the light, and looked around
What’s this? And wow, it’s red!!!
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A piece of cloth had caught itself
And ripped from whence it came
It looked a bit like Santa’s suit…
Or was this just a game?
**
The boy knelt down beside his toys
All gathered at his bed
One spoke to him, so quietly
And this is what it said…
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“We were asleep, just like you were
When we heard someone call.
We thought it might be Santa Claus
And that he’d had a fall!
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We all got up and looked about
But all that we could see
Was this wee piece of bright red cloth
Think this might be the key…”
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The little boy could not believe
The story he had heard
Had Santa had an accident?
It sounded so absurd!
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The boy pulled on his daytime clothes
Though still the dead of night
And torch in hand he made his way
Outside, where it was white!
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The snow had fallen swift and thick
And covered everything
Except the footprints, huge they were
As if made by a King!
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The little boy thought “follow them!”
And with his wellies on
He put his feet inside the prints
And walked across the lawn…
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And in the distance… what was that?
A man was upsidedown
And hanging by a long white beard
And wearing such a frown!
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As he approached it dawned on him…
“It’s Santa” he cried out
The man in red looked right at him
‘Twas Santa, he’d no doubt!
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He ran towards the man in red
Caught up there in the tree
And said “Hey Santa, come on down,
It’s fine, it’s only me.”
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He held his hand out to the man
Dressed head to toe in red
And hanging from his apple tree
Which stood beside Dad’s shed.
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Our little friend helped Santa down
Though how he did is still
A mystery from that day on…
But that boy had some skill!
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And so the little boy woke up
As Christmas morning dawned
So was it really all a dream?
He wondered as he yawned…
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He saw his Christmas stocking
Was still hanging on his bed
But it looked so much bigger now,
And was that something red?
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It couldn’t be, but wait, it was!
That piece of Santa’s jacket
That tore off as he called last night
Before he caused a racket!!
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So now he knew… ’twas not a dream
‘Twas real, and what a night!
He swore he’d not tell anyone
But I suspect he might.
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So boys and girls, when you’re in bed
Be sure to turn off lights!
‘Cos Santa’s coming, we don’t want
Your toys to have a fright!
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So go to bed, and have sweet dreams
Tomorrow’s Christmas Day!!
Tonight’s the night!! And Santa is
Already on his way….
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Happy Christmas Everyone!!!

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