The prompt this week is - anticipate.
Early to bed
ANTICIPATE the dawn
No thoughts of our Saviour
Or the day he was born
Tossing and turning
No sleep to be had
Excitement is growing
Driving me mad
Pear through the curtains
Searching the sky
Hoping perchance
I'll see him fly by
Squeals of delight
He surely has been
Little sis impatient
To share what she's seen
Skip through the kitchen
Crumbs left on his plate
Gifts galore surprise me
Santa was definitely worth the wait
I know I'm a few months early but I'm sure the silly season will be upon us in no time. Scary thought!
In absolutely no time, you're quite right. This was a lovely poem -- fits the prompt perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Happy you liked it.
ReplyDeleteheheheheh that was a nice one :)
ReplyDeleteMuted Anticipations
No better anticipation than the ancipipation of Santa. Nice poem
ReplyDeleteAD - Shouldn't that be...ho ho ho?
ReplyDeleteThanks Marja.
ReplyDeletelovely poem.. I always love and anticipate the time of that season!
ReplyDeleteWe have a fairly large house, and with my sons having their own places, we tend to leave stuff where it is. That's my way of telling you our Christmas tree is staying in the family room, fully decorated the whole year!
ReplyDeleteit was beautiful
ReplyDeleteJust for a moment I thought I'd missed the rest of the summer and all of the autumn! Hope he flies by soon!
ReplyDeleteBuff - I kept mine up till Feb once but my mother was not amused. Down it came.
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