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Nov 2014
It was a letter written by a little child to St. Nick
It had to be at the North Pole pretty quick
The little child felt a certain toy had to be the right pick
The child wished on a falling star
He hoped that his wish would extend really far
But let the story in detail unfold
Come on in and look behind the curtain of told
Little John stated, “ I want a toy train set”
I want it to be my own train set no one has ever seen
Santa reading little John’s letter felt he would do the next best thing, he would give little John a personal ride on a real train, and he would be the only passenger aboard to visit me in the North Pole
This will be more than a wish
Little John was fast asleep, but Santa entered his bedroom, “Awaken, Awaken little John”
He awoke, but couldn’t believe Santa was actually standing there
Santa told little John we have a journey to the North Pole
The train was called, “WISHES DELIGHT”
The steam engine had turned on its headlight
The signal was given to “ALL ABOARD!”
The train started to pull out
It’s a Christmas joy with anticipation to shout
The steam was flying in the air and the train’s whistle could be heard in the distance
A little heart that can’t compare
Suddenly it starts to snow
The Christmas trees were all bowing from below
But the train had still miles to go and it was the North Pole bound being the flow
Travelling up steep hills and the mountains looking like movie stills
Yet the steam engine being determined in its own will
Finally a sight in a child’s eyes
NORTH POLE, but too a little child, “TOYLAND”
Little John steps off the train
It was his fascination that remained
Santa escorts little John into his workshop
There were many toys sitting on shelve tops
There were toys among toys, and there was plenty of them to give any child joy
Santa was constant thinking he must have little John home by midnight
But Santa was considerate and polite
Little John was amazed at Santa’s place
This was something Little John will never ever erase
Immediately following little John had fallen asleep
He was dreaming in my soul to keep
Stars all shining bright
They are telling everyone Merry Christmas and have a good night.
preservationman
Written by
preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Grace Pickard and V Anna
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