Christmas at the Lake

By

Anna Lauren Lull

‘Twas the night before Christmas Eve

And all thru the place,

Not a person was stirring

Not a single face.

The dogs were asleep,

Snoring, Oh, quite loudly.

Everyone was asleep,

Dreaming, Oh, quite gladly.

Grammy and Papa

Were snug in their bed,

While we ran downstairs

With a tired head.

We waited and waited

For Santa to arrive.

He didn’t,

So we started to cry.

Then we realized

It was Christmas Eve.

I guess we have to wait

Another night to see!