Christmas

This poem is going to be very long

easypoem @ www.aipoem.com
October 9, 2015

He comes in the cold dark night! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of flying of bugles and drums.
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white snow flakes outside around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home
Of each good little a boy rides a sleigh and girl.
His his sleigh is red it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is his blond hair blows,
As he mounts to the chimney -top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.

The little red and his stockings, he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then look like santas Claus mont to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not a sound of a bugle or drum is he can still be head
As he noiselessly a horse who gallops away.

He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his he has some goodies he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs of the on christmas eve feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Santa Claus doeth all tht he can;
This What a beautiful day mission is his;
Then, children be goodevening to the little old man,
When you find who the little says a man is

--- easypoem ---





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