If little boys don't hurry off to bed On Christmas eve, an' try to go sleep, But stay awake an' hide around an' peep (Er so the grown-up folks have always said), Then Santa Claus 'll frown an' shake his head, An' gather all their presents in a heap— Espeshully the ones they'd wanta keep— An' give 'em all to other boys instead. But every year I've wanted so to see! An' maybe he'll not find me hiding here. But if he @3did,@1 an' left no toys for me, I'd be ez glad I peeked—er pretty near. Unless he was so cross that maybe he Would take away the things he left last year! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM |