Christmas Poem
"Christmas Poem"
by : Robert Rumery
Sweet Dreams my little child,
because tonight is a magical night,
the snow falls from the sky,
like bits of heaven falling to earth,
and the fire roars to life,
the lights twinkle on the tree,
and our souls they feel free,
The stockings were hanging by the chimney,
and there wasn't a single hate nor a doubt,
that St.Nichols would soon be there,
snuggled up to the fire tight,
'Twas I and my dog enjoying this magical night,
our thoughts dreams and desires,
they came true for one night,
and everything you could ever see,
ever hear or ever want was under that tree,
snug as a bug in a rug,
I could hear the little ones scampering,
to excited, and they wanted to sneak a peek,
waiting for the man in red,
the man with the big black sack that would bring them,
what they've been waiting for all year,
all their wants and desires,
as they slowly drifted off to sleep,
they dreamed of what they would find that morning,
under the tree that glissend with lights and decorations,
what would be in box 1,
what would be in box 2,
they wanted to know,
but they'd have to wait,
until Christmas morning comes,
'Till The Christmas day is here,
I sit still in a room with no noise,
only the roar of the fire in the fireplace,
I'm alone with my own thoughts,
and the Christmas toys that no one knows of,
Merry Christmas To all,
and to all a Good night!
by : Robert Rumery
Sweet Dreams my little child,
because tonight is a magical night,
the snow falls from the sky,
like bits of heaven falling to earth,
and the fire roars to life,
the lights twinkle on the tree,
and our souls they feel free,
The stockings were hanging by the chimney,
and there wasn't a single hate nor a doubt,
that St.Nichols would soon be there,
snuggled up to the fire tight,
'Twas I and my dog enjoying this magical night,
our thoughts dreams and desires,
they came true for one night,
and everything you could ever see,
ever hear or ever want was under that tree,
snug as a bug in a rug,
I could hear the little ones scampering,
to excited, and they wanted to sneak a peek,
waiting for the man in red,
the man with the big black sack that would bring them,
what they've been waiting for all year,
all their wants and desires,
as they slowly drifted off to sleep,
they dreamed of what they would find that morning,
under the tree that glissend with lights and decorations,
what would be in box 1,
what would be in box 2,
they wanted to know,
but they'd have to wait,
until Christmas morning comes,
'Till The Christmas day is here,
I sit still in a room with no noise,
only the roar of the fire in the fireplace,
I'm alone with my own thoughts,
and the Christmas toys that no one knows of,
Merry Christmas To all,
and to all a Good night!