As we draw nearer to Christmas, it seemed appropriate to throw in a yuletide-themed piece, this time something different - a poem!
I'm not a poet! This was just something I threw together at short notice when my writer's group were gathering for an end of year celebration.
Throw Up Thursday. Christmas 2014.
Waiting for Santa
by Daniel Murphy
As I prop my cold nose upon my chequered quilt
I quietly hope that the chimney is well built
Wearily, my dad arrives to say goodnight
I won't be drifting off right now. I'll put up a fight!
Here comes Santa landing in his sleigh
No, that's just a possum scrambling to hide away
That must be Santa ringing that bell
No, it's carol singers! Couldn't you tell?
Definitely, that's the reindeer, sliding through the snow
No, that's just the wind! Surely this you know!
Dad leaves the room, tired and upset
I'm not going to sleep tonight I'll even make a bet
I bet you I'll stay up all night keen for all my presents
Filling lunch, yummy food, soft drink effervescence
Sparkly presents all wrapped up
Maybe chocolates in a cup
A kitty cat or a little pup
An action figure that says Wassup?
Mum opens my door just to take a peep
Santa simply will not come unless you go to sleep!
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