The Night Before Christmas Eve Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24

We were told to go to bed.
BUT! The two of us had other plans.
It was the night before Christmas Eve.
What ever could we achieve?
We started out watching T.V. in the small town of K.V.
After about an hour, we started getting bored.
And it was then, we found the chord.
It was long enough to play walk the dog.
But all we could find was our toy hog.
After a while, we started to ponder.
When was he going to conjure?
We waited and waited.
We even contemplated.
The sun started to rise.
And we looked into each other’s eyes.
After we realized he wasn’t going to show.
Nana told us to look down below.
For that day, the colander read Christmas Eve.
February 22,2015