The Visit
Cautiously, creeping down the stairs,
carefully avoiding the creaks,
we stop
and take each other’s hand.
At the bottom we tiptoe,
trembling,
towards the door.
Almost afraid to breathe
we slowly, gently, push it open.
Beneath the twinkling lights
sit the gifts.
‘He’s been,’ we whisper
‘He’s been.’
Pat Simmons
(Published 2014 by Celapene Press, Short and Twisted and Thynks Publications Bards at Blidworth and Beyond Anthology)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #49
Australian Children’s Poetry 
You’ve captured the experience wonderfully, Pat.
Really lovely Pat.
Have a wonderful Christmas. Hope Santa has left you some special goodies.
Margaret Wolfe
Absolutely wonderful, Pat!
That’s a lovely poem, especially for this time of the year. Thanks, Pat!
Nice poem, Pat – the magic of Christmas in a handful of lines.