Friday, December 11, 2009

Waiting to See Santa


Waiting to See Santa

I wait my turn,
So filled with dread,
No sugar plums,
Dance in my head!

I look at elves,
And sparkling trees,
Advancing slowly,
With shaking knees.

I’m in a dress,
Bright red and green,
It’s the worst thing,
I’ve ever seen!

My mom’s all smiles,
But I want to bawl,
I wish I were ten miles,
From this mall!

I wrote to Santa,
So why am I here?
Dragged reluctantly,
Year after year!

My turn is next,
Try to be polite,
Act like seeing Santa,
Is a great delight.

It’s an annual chore,
And now it’s done,
I can finally say,
God bless us, everyone!

Carmen Henesy

Copyright (c) December 2009 by Carmen Henesy
All rights reserved. 


  1. You are marvellous, this is soooo funny.
    ......:-) Hugs

  2. The children in my life were afraid of Santa, so we just stayed in the distance to look.

    That is a wonderful poem, Carmen!

  3. I take it you or someone else in your family wasn't a big fan of sitting on Santa's lap. hehe

  4. Did you really not like Santa... come to think of it I've seen many children crying when they meet him. Must be all that hair!

  5. That's funny! It takes me back to those years of waiting in line to see Santa Claus. My mom would take us to several different places each year, explaining that they were all just Santa's helpers.

  6. Ah memories! You tell them well.

  7. lol, I think my kids would have related to this! Great work.

  8. Love it!!! Happy night to you sweetie!!hughugs

  9. love it!! that tree is gorgeous! besos dear carmen!

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