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Old Santa ClausCarolyn Pyzynski © February 12, 1996  And all tall tales were true, I'd sit and wait so patiently 'Til mother's work was through. For then, you see, 'twas story time For tales both tall and wide. They'd keep me listening eagerly, Content and goggle eyed. Of course I liked the fairy ones And those about the elves, But the one I really liked the best Was of Santa Claus himself. I'd let my imagination run Way up to the far north pole Where Santa and his helpers lived- They didn't mind the cold. The little snow birds just outside Were listening with one ear To all the good and all the bad That had gone on all year. The Christmas Eve that I was ten I waited up myself To see old Santa find our snack And then enjoy himself. I peeked around so quietly And then...Oh, was I mad! Enjoying that swell cake and all Was no one but my dad! E-mail the Author Carolyn Pyzynski |