Five Years Old at Christmas

O how I wish I was five years old again,

So I could go sit on Santa’s lap,

My wee cousins

Through sun, wind, snow and rain,                                                  

I’d go visit right after my nap.

Kids would rhyme off lists of toys,

Those elves would make in piles,

Just to see all the girls and boys,

Open those gifts with smiles.

O how I wish I was five years old,

When my snowman was really real,

O the stories to me he told,

Just between us was the deal.

He would melt away in the sun,

And leave his scarf and hat,

We would be back next year for fun,

In the snow we promised that.

O how I want to be five years old again,               

I want a picture with Santa Claus,

Abd in the nativity I play the main,

My parents join in the applause.

As I go to sleep on Christmas Eve,

My windows covered in snow,

And in Santa’s words I do believe,

Merry Christmas, Ho, Ho, Ho.

Leanne x