I heard a noise in the middle of the night.
Without moving a muscle,
I peered through my lashes.
Oh, what a sight.
At a man in red with a beard quite white.
Shoo! He whispered it would be alright.
I am Santa Claus and am running a bit late,
Not everyone is together in their usual place.
They are spread out in ones and twos.
It makes delivering their presents much harder to do.
I hope by next year this virus will have gone away.
For now, sorry I woke you,
Back to sleep you must go.
As I encourage my reindeer back to the North Pole.
Shoo! Merry Christmas.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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