Christmas Morning

By Peg Prendeville

“Mama, Mama, wake up quick

Santa has arrived.”

I checked the time, it’s ten past four!

In the blankets I want to hide.

But it’s only once a year I suppose,

So I don my new bed jacket

And forced myself to tumble out

And faced the din and racket.

There is wrapping paper and boxes

All scattered on the floor,

A fire engine motors between my legs,

As it goes honking out the door.

“Look at my remote control,

And he even brought batteries!”

Two happy eyes look up at me

And all my tiredness flees.

The Season would not be the same

If Santa comes no more,

So I’m glad that he has never died

Even at ten past four.

Frosty Night

The Star sprinkled sky

reflects the lighted homes,

Folds of fog,

Tucked into pockets,

Create an aura of gentle peace.

Earth’s rich colours

Diluted by moonlight.