Posted December 20th, 2022
All was quiet, on the sacred winter night,
When a whir and a click, would give anyone a fright.
But not on this eve, for the turning of gears,
A stirring of metal, brings in the new year.
For Santa Tim, and his array of contraption,
Brings gifts for the children, full of merry and passion.
They say he is quiet, not even a whisper spent,
A child might miss him, if they are not vigilient.
If they are lucky, they may spot his bright suit,
A parrot on his shoulder, that'd give them a hoot.
What they can do, is leave a prime rib,
To thank Santa Tim, for what he may give.
Then back into the night, of this Winter Solstice Eve,
To wake in the morning, to see what Santa Tim might leave.
To wait another year, and let him prepare,
The spirit of the Solstice lasts, for Santa Tim's kindness and cheer.
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year from the For Tomorrow Team!
Holiday Art 2022
Posted December 20th, 2022
All was quiet, on the sacred winter night,
When a whir and a click, would give anyone a fright.
But not on this eve, for the turning of gears,
A stirring of metal, brings in the new year.
For Santa Tim, and his array of contraption,
Brings gifts for the children, full of merry and passion.
They say he is quiet, not even a whisper spent,
A child might miss him, if they are not vigilient.
If they are lucky, they may spot his bright suit,
A parrot on his shoulder, that'd give them a hoot.
What they can do, is leave a prime rib,
To thank Santa Tim, for what he may give.
Then back into the night, of this Winter Solstice Eve,
To wake in the morning, to see what Santa Tim might leave.
To wait another year, and let him prepare,
The spirit of the Solstice lasts, for Santa Tim's kindness and cheer.
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year from the For Tomorrow Team!
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