A Poem at 11:17 pm, One Week Before Christmas

Little boy
All dressed in red
Won’t you rest your weary head?
Won’t you close your eyes and sleep?
(I’m so tired I could weep.)
Then you say, “Ah da da da,”
And I’m glad that we had ya.

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