All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Meeting Santa
In the still silence late at night,
I awakened to get a bite
To satisfy a midnight craving,
Worth the trouble of misbehaving.
When I reached the end of the hall,
I will never forget the thing I saw:
Santa himself, eating the milk and cookies
I made, as they’re his usual amenities.
Filled with excitement, filled with glee,
I ran right past him, towards the tree
That he had filled with all of my presents,
But what I heard did not make any sense!
For when he called me, I thought I was mad-
I heard the voice of my very own Dad!
From that point on, I was pretty suspicious
I would not let him wish me a “Merry Christmas.”
But when Santa said he was in a hurry,
I let him leave my house without worry.
Once I heard his feet on the roof
I knew that I had substantial proof.
With new found confidence in St. Nick
I raced up the stairs, to my room as quick
As Santa’s reindeer, who flew away,
And I fell asleep ready for Christmas Day.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.