Billy’s Christmas Worry

I closed my eyes in the night so deep

Knowing full well, too excited to sleep

Sugarplum fairies dance to and fro

Shining like tinsel wherever they go

I giggled to see such a lovely sight

Here in my room on Christmas Eve night

A wreath formed of moonlight, lovely and golden

Shone on my wall, it’s beauty quite molten

Reflected by dreamcatcher upon my window glass

A prismatic form of no true mass

For up in the sky - crisp, cool, and clear

Stars shone bright since Santa was near

Mom was in the kitchen baking up sweets

Gingerbread cookies a tasty fragrant treat

Dad was in the living room reading his paper

By candlelit flame, a wavering taper

Slipping from my bed I crept to the landing

Giggling when I saw where now they were standing

Mom was blushing neath a mistletoe twig

While Dad planted on her a kiss quite big

A fire was burning, logs hissing and popping

I worried it might keep Santa from stopping

I careened down the stairs, frantic and afraid

Despite in my room I should truly have stayed

Dad said, “Whoa there skipper, what’s the big hurry?”

He laughed when I told him my most earnest worry

“Santa is magic so there’s truly naught to fear.

Plus he always dresses in fireproof gear.”

Mama leaned down, placing a peck on my cheek

“He flies around the world in a seventh of a week.

He has magical reindeer to pull his big sleigh,

And Rudolph's red nose to light up the way.

But he doesn’t come if children are awake

So best off to sleep and don’t try to fake.”

I looked at our tree, entranced by the sight

Knowing would be surrounded by presents in dawn’s early light

So back up the stairs meekly I went

Praying my letter was delivered to where it was sent

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