Christmas comes,
Santa's here,
For Mums and Dads,
It's the worst time of the year.
But I know,
Deep down inside,
My little cousin,
Will be hoping tonight.
Here he comes,
Once again,
With his sack,
Of little toys.
He wizzes down the chimney,
With a massive grin on his face,
He stacks the christmas presents under,
The old green tree.
The time has gone,
For us kids to wake up,
And open our toys,
And give a great shout.
Yes, yes, yes,
We scream,
Another christmas gone,
All to quickly,
Can't wait till next year.
Author notes
For my little cousin Zain
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- #167 Your Favorite Christmas memory by daviscth.
625 points, ended December 9, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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This is very cute and so much the way it is.
Very Nice...Best wishes in the contest
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This is exactly how it happens every year. Sometimes I feel let down after all the planning when it ends in just a few minutes. I enjoyed this, thanks for posting.
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