Kids have the night before christmas

Now there is a poem for adults who believe.

What made me believe in Christmas

The sparkles on the tree are all that light the night

And hopes of reindeer fill our heads as we’re tucked in Christmas night.

My parents seemed so happy just to be alive

As they peer into the oven and share a sweet high five.

As soon as I believed that the two would not see me

I snuck down to the living room and hid behind the tree.

They were baking something that smelled like chocolate chip

And when they went down to the cellar I skattled the short trip

Across the living room and to the kitchen quaking

I snuck a look into the stove to see what they were baking.

With a quick look toward the cellar door to see if they were there

I scooped deftly with a spatula, and quicker than a dare

I plated some of each of what the grownups had been cooking

and I put the plate next to the tree where Santa would be looking.

I raced back to my comfy bed and tried my best to slumber

When from out in the driveway I heard a noisy number.

It sounded like some elves were running back and forth across the yard

And ringing bells and giggling and one was sneezing hard.

They ran across the driveway and hid behind a tree

And then rang the bells and peeked around the bush and right at me.

I know they didn’t see me since I jumped straight into bed

and visions now of Santa Claus were dancing in my head.

So if you think I don’t believe, you’d probably be wrong

That night my hopes of Santa Claus were nothing less than strong

I don’t think I saw Kris Kringle, If I did then I forgot

But someone ate those cookies,

And someone smoked that pot.