SANTA IS HERE!

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I looked up, I looked down.
I looked at the door and then frowned.
I asked my mom ‘Where is he?’
‘Close your eyes and let me sleep.’

I looked at the chimney, at the door, at the wall.
But my eyes could see none of the doll.
‘Where am I supposed to get it mom?’
But I could hear no response.

Maybe she was asleep? Maybe she was thinking?
Or maybe under the cover, she might be smiling.
But no, she wasn’t smiling. Nor was she there
She had gone to the other room, not even here.

I turned, and tossed, and jerked all fear,
After all, dear Santa is here!
‘Where is the doll? Where is the teddy?’
And I soon realized that all was ready.

He said, ‘Ho ho ho!’
Dear little boy, now let me go.
‘OK’ I said, with a little sad smile,
Because he has to travel a hundred mile.

He left and then I heard a soft knock
‘Was Santa here, it’s twelve in the clock.
Of course he was here! He left right now.
And he gave me the doll, but tell me how,
He knew that a teddy would give me a wow?

‘Maybe,’ she smiled
'He could’ve overheard us now.'





If you liked this poem, I'd recommend you this poem to read. Thank you!

-- Atreyo 😀, 

25th June, 2020

Comments

  1. Ananya Banerjee12 July 2020 at 18:54

    Very nice my boy...Keep it up...I am waiting for more poems....

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  2. Aritro Ghosh20 November 2020 at 13:18

    Very good

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    1. Atreyo Ghosh20 November 2020 at 13:32

      Thanks! Glad you liked it! Check out every month for new poems and stories 😃.

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  3. Arinjoy Ghosh21 November 2020 at 20:34

    V.v. Good

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  4. aparna9 December 2020 at 14:37

    Santa has always been the most popular guy with children. I am happy that you chose to write a poem about him. I liked reading it a lot.

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  5. Unknown16 December 2020 at 14:15

    Most best

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