He listens quietly for Reindeer hooves
Ready for Santa to wisk him away
Off to Nortpole his mind strays
With elves and toys
Many things for a little boy
He would play in the snow
So many places to go
In the workshop building blocks
In the bakery making hot chocolate
But then again his mother might worry
Well there is all ways next year
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by leeshylou.
575 points, ended December 6, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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I remember laying in bed xmas eve listening for the reindeer on the roof this bought back some good memories
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