Every child's dreams,
Should now be consumed,
By guesses,
Of what's under the tree.
***
A new bike for mike,
A doll for little mols,
Something,
For the older bro.
***
As for mum and dad,
They are excited to see,
The looks,
On their little faces.

©The Pesky Poet

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