A Christmas poem: Could I have behaved better?

I can hear Santa up above

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As graceful as a dove,

Flying in his bulky red sled

I can just imagine his old jolly head.

Weather drawing by Gavin Berg of Ms. Wilcox's kindergarten class at Lowell Elementary School in Brainerd.

I wonder if he received my letter?

I suppose I could have behaved better.

I tried my best to be so nice,

However sometimes I carried out like spice.

Perhaps he got me a winter hat,

Or a wooden baseball bat.

I can't wait to open the presents from under the tree.

Oh how it brings me such glee.

Finding goodies in my stocking,

Mama in her chair rocking.

Oh all the excitement that awaits on Christmas Day,

Screaming, shouting hip-hip hooray.

Santa with a sled so full,

It's amazing how his reindeer can pull.

But they'll manage through

Just like they always do.

Then Santa himself

(not some miniature elf)

Will come sliding down our sooty chimney

And place precisely wrapped presents under our Christmas tree.

Flying in the midnight sky

Like an asteroid shooting by.