The Doll’s Christmas

As I passed my doll house, on Christmas day,
I heard a pretty, little doll girl say,
“Dear Santa Clause, Old Doll, so kind and jolly,
please won’t you bring me a sweet baby dolly”.

Then, suddenly, I heard a silvery sound
of tiny, tinkling sleighbells, and looked round
to see a little sleigh fly through the air
and felt ten, tiny antlers brush my hair.

I tell you, I could not believe my eyes;
a sleigh, like Santa’s, only pocket sized,
flew through my bedroom, landing on the roof
of my doll’s house. It really is the truth!

And then I heard a tiny ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!”
and, down the doll’s house chimney, saw him go.
A Father Christmas, teeny as Tom Thumb,
with minute gifts, for my doll house, had come.

And, through the doll house window, I could see
him leaving gifts under a tiny tree;
tiny, shiny parcels tied up with bows.
Then, thrice, the little Santa tapped his nose.

And, back up the doll fire place, he popped
and I saw him shoot from the chimney top,
landing safely inside his doll-sized sleigh
which then rose up and flew, swiftly, away.

As fast as any rocket ship, it flew,
between my socks and silver buckled shoes
and, passing through my window pane, like light,
it soared up to the clouds and out of sight.

Then the little doll ran down doll stairs
and, in her little sitting room, appeared
and, kneeling underneath her tiny tree,
ripped open pretty packages with glee.

First, she unwrapped a silver rocking horse
that played a tune as it rocked back and forth,
then she unwrapped a furry teddy bear
and a jewelled comb to comb her pretty hair.

But the last gift, she loved the very best.
It seemed her favourite Christmas gift of all
for, seeing it, she hugged it to her chest;
her very own, sweet, little baby doll.

And then, I heard my mother calling me,
“Look what Santa has brought you, come and see!”,
and running downstairs, oh so happily,
I saw so many gifts under our tree.

The first I opened was a rocking horse
that played a tune as it rocked back and forth;
the second was a furry teddy bear;
the third, a jewelled comb for my pretty hair.

But the last gift, I thought the very best;
so far, my favourite Christmas gift of all
and, seeing it, I hugged it to my chest,
but what was it, do you think? Can you guess?
It was my very own sweet, little baby doll.