The snow softly falls on Christmas Eve Excitement abounds for those who believe Children’s faces gaze out from the light Searching for Santa in the snowy night Then off to bed skipping across the floor After milk and cookies are left by the door Snuggled under covers they say “night mum” And think happy thoughts of the day to come They lie too excited to sleep in their beds But sleep they do then they dream instead Dreams of Santa Claus and presents galore Dreams of toys and sweets and so much more Then they awake in the early morning gloom Squeals of delight coming from their rooms And so another Christmas day has come A day of love and laughter and above all fun

 

                                                                                   By Paul Curtis