It was the night before Christmas,
the curtains pulled tight, our
tree shone brightly with colourful
lights. Mince pies were placed on a platter
so Father Christmas would just have to get fatter.
A key was hung by the door just in case
he couldn’t get through the old fire grate.
Sleeping impossible I just couldn’t do it.
What if Santa in our chimney wouldn’t fit.
I swear I heard bells, and a deep voice a booming,
but the next thing I knew I was quietly snoozing.