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Questions On Christmas Eve
But how can his reindeer fly without wings?
Jets on their hooves? That's plain cheating!
And how can he climb down the chimney pot
When we've got central heating?
You say it's magic and I shouldn't ask
About Santa on Christmas Eve.
But I'm confused by the stories I've heard;
And I don't know what to believe.
I said that I'd sit up in bed all night long
To see if he really would call.
But I fell fast asleep, woke up after dawn
As something banged in the hall.
I saw my socks crammed with apples and sweets;
There were parcels piled high near the door.
Jingle bells tinkled far off in the dark;
One snowflake shone on the floor.
By
Wes Magee
