One More Sleep

by Lyra Zborowski aged 10

The tree is up,
The countdown finished,
No worries at all.

The stockings hung,
The mince pie and milk for Santa
A carrot for his tireless steed.

Is it real?
Can it really be?
Will I wake up tomorrow with a present under the tree?

The tree is up,
The countdown finished,
No worries, no worries.

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