Hush be quiet
Don't make a sound
Or Saint Nick won't come around

Rest your head
Settle those thoughts
Tomorrow will come just soon enough

Gifts for all
Large and small
Tied up with ribbon bought from a mall

So settle on in
The man soon will show
Just as long as your sleeping you'll never know


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.