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My
guest blogger today is Jada Solaita, an upcoming poet. Jada has drafted a
really touching poem about a young girl who feverishly awaits the visit of
Santa Claus in the still of the night.
All was
quite in the little house,
You
couldn't even hear the sound of a mouse
Christmas
was coming,
It
would soon be here
and so
would Santa with eight flying reindeer
I woke
with a jolt,
"Did
you hear that?"
I said,
as I rubbed the fur of my small cat
I
wanted to know what was the matter?
What
could be causing all that clatter?
I rose
from bed, with the speed of light
I
couldn't let Santa get out of sight
I ran
down the stairs as quick as can be
But all
that was there were just presents
He had
left under our tree
How
could I miss him,
How
could it be?
How
fast can an old man
With
eight reindeer flee?
I
looked around sadly seeing just crumbs on a plate
I must
have come down a little too late
But,
soon my heart filled with a blossom of glee
As I
saw a small note addressed directly to me
It was
just lying there next to the tree
It
said, "Thank you for the cookies and milk,
Now go
look in your stocking made of silk"
I
looked inside and what did I see?
A tiny
baby doll just for me.
A faint
little jingle I heard from afar
Merry
Christmas, Santa where ever you are
Author’s
Bio
As an aspiring writer and poet
I get my inspiration to write through life lessons. Things that have happen to
me in my past or things I hope for in the future.
Thank you for allowing me to
share my love of writing with others.
— Jada Solaita
~GreenEyedGirl~
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