Before I close my eyes,
I looked around
Colorful decoration is
all that surround
One glance at the
brightly lit room
A quick one at the
underlying broom
Dad said Santa comes at
midnight
Tis the reason this
year I didn’t fight
With a glint in my eye
I had made a small pie
The old socks had been
replaced
And new shiny ones were
placed
I had tried to be
modest with my demands
Didn’t wanted to be
left with just Christmas bands
Suddenly,
The light flickered and
things started to shake
Strange,
I pulled the blankets,
no chances to take
Something was wrong,
this was not right
Someone had broken in,
time to fight
The baseball bat was
lying by the bed
I wanted to move, my
hands went dead
I wanted to shriek and
call for mummy
But the guy was huge,
sported a tummy
I lowered my guard and
peeked from the side
Sound of the swooshing
river, it was high tide
At the stroke of
midnight
I got up and stood
tight
The figure was nowhere
in sight
Seeing me, must have
taken flight
As I was getting back
in my bed
Something caught my
attention, it was red
In a corner of the
room, where the socks lay
Something was amiss, or
it was just light play
As I moved towards it I
could realize
The man who had just come
in disguise
Merry Christmas
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