A Treat Of Mincemeat

A Christmas Poem

Hip, hip, hooray,
I can see the sleigh,
Santa is on his way.

Presents for you and me,
Left by him under the tree,
Children will wake happy.

He is a pleasant site to see
Pleasing almost everybody
With his giving generosity.

Have you left him a treat,
Something for him to eat
As he is tonight on his feet.

Are you grateful and thankful
For presents making you cheerful,
Then be seasonal by being amiable.