Spying on Santa

Up on my tiptoes, I peer
from behind the stairs tho I fear.
What if I’m caught, is it worth the shot
to see Santa delivering my toys?

I look for the sign he’s been here
but the cookies and milk are still there.
Under the Christmas tree, the skirt lays bare.
No evidence yet he has come.

A heavy sigh I let out,
but cover my mouth before I shout.
“I’ve been a good girl this year;
where are you Santa, do you hear?”


Then thumping shakes the roof
I take that as enough proof.
I run down the hall,
my teddy taking a fall,
but I can’t get caught spying on Santa.

Now in my toasty bed,
into my pillow I sink my head.
Off to dreamland I go
for when I wake it’ll be Christmas morn’s show
’cause Santa has come
tonight.

(Inspiration for this poem was No. 13d, Danse des cygnes. Allegro moderato)

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