Is that Santa I hear?
By Christina Nelson
I hear a creak on the floor. Is that Santa I hear?
My head on the pillow, Listen quietly with my ears.
He came down the chimney, That’s how he gets in. Santa uses his magic, To turn himself thin.
I better stay still, not even a peep. He won’t leave you toys, Until you’re asleep.
My door is opening
Someone’s standing by my bed!
It wasn’t Santa after all,
Cause Mama just kissed my head.
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