Holiday Poem Contest

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Old St Nick

The story of the jolly, port-bellied, red-cheeked, white haired gift giver
is still around and forever getting bigger. The stories told that is.

He climbs down inside of chimneys, and he has a chariot made of flying deer.
Magic at its best. The kids cheer and cheer.
He stumbles in the dark if the wood fire is not bright...
He pulls more and more toys from his big red bag by the Christmas tree's glimmering lights.

Please leave him a cookie or two
For he must be hungry and even thirsty
so even milk will do.
Don't forget to be thankful and true.

He has a list more than 10 thousand miles long.
Each boy and girl must be strong.
If you choose to be naughty you get coal if you choose to be nice
Believe me you'll get more than just rice.

Ho! Ho! is the sound we know. It's Santa!
He brings us gifts and brings us joy!
He is special to every girl and boy.
He is Old St Nick.