By Josie Whitehead
I’ll now tell you a story, that you'll not believe,
Of what happened to Brenda upon Christmas Eve.
She spied upon Santa delivering her toys
And he’d lots in his sack for both girls and for boys.
Her presents - she saw them - came out of his sack,
But he turned and he saw her; there was no going back.
She said: 'Oh, I’m sorry. I just saw the light.
Well I peeped through the door. Oh I hope it’s all right.'
Now could Santa be angry with this little child?
As he looked up and saw her, his kindly face smiled:
'I will give you a treat for it’s now Christmas Day:
Would you like to ride with me upon my large sleigh?'
Well, if you were that girl, and he’d said that to you,
I’m quite perfectly sure that I know what you’d do.
So Brenda said: 'Yes,' well before you could blink.
What a really exciting adventure you'll think!
You’d be right if you thought it was cold in the snow.
You’d be right if you thought that the cold winds would blow;
But Brenda climbed high onto Santa's big sleigh;
Then a tap on the reins and they soon were away.
Over hills, over countryside, cities and towns,
She sat next to dear Santa and loved looking down.
Then right up by the moon in the wintry sky
Brenda watched fluffy clouds as they floated right by.
She could see where she lived - yes the roof of her house -
And then down came the sleigh just as quiet as a mouse.
Brenda climbed through her window and into her bed
And then down on her pillow she laid her small head.
Well surely this story was something she'd dreamed
And she’d wake up and know it was not as it seemed!
This girl could invent tales exactly like these.
With her fanciful mind, she could do this with ease.
But when she woke up, it was then Christmas Day.
There was no sign of Santa, the deer or the sleigh -
But she found a small card lying next to her bed:
'With love to dear Brenda from Santa', it said.
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