Sleep.

No dreams.

Peaceful night,

without terrors

to twist the bedsheets.

Monsters beneath the bed

consigned to oblivion.

A new-found tranquility reigns

in the stillness of blissful slumber.

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Tears

Trickled

        Down her cheeks

        At the sight of

               The empty stocking,

               The house, unvisited.

                      While, next door, Father Christmas

                      Looked at his watch, zipped up his bag

                     And roared home for breakfast in his Jag.

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