Her First Poem
One written gift
for Santa, left beneath
the tree -- a scribble of
a sorts~ bad punctuation,
mixed lower and upper
case rhyme -- but it was the
place left that meant the world,
alongside a crayon heart
drawn by a little girl
who only wanted to
say: I love you, in her
own special way. Merry
Christmas also to Mrs.
Clause, and all the deer
and elves. And a blanket
for baby Jesus.
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