Waiting for Santa Claus …
(…)
His suit is cherry red, his beard snowy white.
He comes when we’re sleeping, late in the night.
With eight hearty reindeer he travels so far.
High in the sky, right next to the stars.Milk and cookies we will leave for Saint Nick.
They’re chocolate chip, so he’ll eat ‘em up quick.
But, we can’t go to bed until morning because,
We’re anxiously waiting for Santa Claus.
poem by: Daniella Antelo
JOYEUX NOEL from Paris
url: http://netlex.tumblr.com/post/71010460009 by Netlex
