Richard Netherland Cook
The Joy of Christmas
IN the wee small hours of Christmas morn,
While parents are in their bed sleeping,
In the dim light of the Christmas Tree,
Two shadowy forms are creeping.
Down the stair and across the room,
Quiet and hushed, anticipating,
Two little ones can barely wait,
To see what surprise is waiting.
Suddenly a burst of joy,
Faces light up with glee,
Wrapped up gifts and lots of toys,
Are there beneath the tree.
Excitement sparkles in sleepy eyes,
Each face is a sheer delight,
The air is magic on Christmas morn,
For Santa came last night.
The joy of Christmas comes once a year,
And my heart always embraces,
The Christmas spirit and all the joy,
It brings to little faces.
By Richard Netherland Cook
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