Christmas morning

by Aly   Dec 10, 2004


You just open your eyes for the first time on Christmas morning you forget all about Christmas but when you go down stairs there are all the presents big ones small ones you run up stairs to go get mom and dad and it seems that they are already up you guys go down stairs and see the presents that Santa left you you get the presents that say your name and rip them open your eyes widen u get some thing you always wanted then u get to the last present you don't know what it is you want to know really badly u open it its a puppy Ur eyes open the widest they can u gasp as loud as u can and go hug your mom and dad for letting Santa give u a puppy.

Christmas isn't about presents its about who u spend it with not Wat u get

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  • 19 years ago

    by Aly

    this poem sucks i hate it Even tho i wrote it lol

  • 19 years ago

    by Victoria

    Sweet poem sums up christmas pretty well!

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