Tag: magical

• Spying on Santa

  

  Up on my tiptoes, I peerfrom behind the stairs tho I fear.What if I’m caught, is it worth the shotto see Santa delivering my toys? I look for the sign he’s been herebut the cookies and milk are still there.Under the Christmas tree, the skirt lays bare.No evidence yet he has come. A heavy sigh…

  angelkwill

  December 25, 2020

  Poetry

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