I wrote this poem when I was in second grade, and my mom recently just found a copy of it and brought it for me for Christmas this year.
WAITING FOR CHRISTMAS TO COME
by Devin Castellano (circa 1991)
There is a cold breeze,
and the ground's bout' to freeze,
but I'm inside by the tree.
Sitting by the fire,
I'm down to the wire,
Waiting for Christmas to come.
The tree is all bright
with a red sparkling light,
Waiting for Christmas to come.
I drink my egg nog
right by my old dog,
Waiting for Christmas to come.
The day has finally come,
I shout out with joy,
for I found out I got
a new toy.
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