The snow glistens on the trees

I stand inside gazing

And waiting with my hot cocoa

It drips of marshmellows

Please sip slowly I told the young ones

As they get in a row

Waiting to sing carols

Tenderly I ask if they will see Santa this year

They gladly respond

And i’m not surprised

 they have

Hopes and dreams

and wishes to complete

by golly, I want to believe!

I tell then not to leave

And they fall asleep

 staring at the chimney all night

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