Christmas presents under the tree, one for you and one for me. Gaily wrapped in ribbons and bows, Santa left them I suppose.
There are walking dolls, and talking dolls, wagons, trains and drums. This is the night for dreams to come true, the night that Santa Comes.
(a poem written by me in the 6th or 7th grade (late 1960’s).
Wishing all of my readers, world-wide, a Merry Christmas, Joyous Kwanzaa and a Happy, Healthy, Peaceful and Prosperous 2016.