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“Creak, Rumble, Thump.” What’s that?
“Mum! Someone’s downstairs.”
Another thud on Christmas Eve…what could it be?
“Huff.There Dad!”

Someone’s rumbling our lounge.
Family together,
Tip – toe downstairs.
“Gasp!” A hugh red rear!

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Gently audible too…
So Santa turns to greet us,

And we’re all standing right there!

“Well, Hello! McKaffertees!” belows Kris Kringle.
(Whoa! He knows even our name.)
“I`m so glad to see you.” Santa tells our moon-faced grouping,
“Why, I’ve got something for you all.”

Silent; as if bewitched,
Mum, Dad, sis ‘n’ me wonder as Santa turns to give,
Opening, (You got it!),
His Giant Red Sack.

All these presents GLITTERED!
In the starlit Christmas Night Light,
In awe were we all at this singular and incredible sight.

Next,our muting switch to laughters,
As the man himself approaches ,
With his generous swag,
Falling open to greet us.

“Ho!Ho!Ho,” he continued,
And then…
As if in, “A Flash!”
“Gone!”

Each of us now simply holding our gifts.

Not a word here we were speaking,
Only possumated looks,
Dad, Mum, me and sis; shaken,
And nodding with bliss.

For HERE once and for all,
With no greyness of doubt,
Just surely we all tell you,
“Why Santa’s just a jolly good sort.”

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