by Paul Curtis

Santa comes but once a year
Riding on his sleigh
From his North Pole HQ
With gifts for Christmas day

Santa comes down your chimney.
To fill your Christmas stockings
With nuts, fruit and candy
And all kinds of wonderful things

So remember on Christmas Eve
To be good girls and boys
Or Santa won't come
To bring you lots of toys

I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me.
paul.curtis1956 @

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