Little piping voices,
Filled with childish awe;
Gazing up with wonder,
"Is that you Santa Claus?"

Taking in the splendor,
Of the man dressed up in red;
From the boots to the beard to the tummy,
To the red cap on his head.

Eyes grow wide in amazement,
At the man on Santa's throne;
Waiting impatiently in line,
Only 25 kids left to go!

Dancing a jig from foot to foot,
In time with songs in the air;
Rudolph, Frosty and elves all around,
Only 5 more..."I'm almost there!"

Then at last on Santa's lap,
Whispering in his ear;
Of what I want for "Chrithmuth,"
My list of Christmas cheer.

So suddenly, it's over,
There's a candy cane clutched in my hand;
And memories to last a lifetime,
Of my visit with "The Man."


Allison Chambers Coxsey
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