The morning of Christmas
It was the morning of Christmas,
a time of the year.
Where children sprang out of their beds with great cheer.
Presents were placed under the tree,
I was hoping one of them was there for me.
I had been wishing and wishing for a baseball bat,
but I knew it was just a scarf and a hat.
As I put them on ready to go out,
something blocked the door and I heard a shout.
Finally the door swung open and what did I see?
A jolly old man smiling at me.
Then I turned around to rub my eyes,
St.Nicholas had gone without goodbyes.
When then I ran out to play in the snow,
I heard a faint, jolly voice saying "HO HO HO!!!"
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
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