A Christmas Poem

Here's a poem dictated directly from Quinne. She actually dictated it in mid October when Amy wrote it down. Quinne's been ready for Christmas for some time now. Here's how it goes...

Star shines bright
At the ringing of Santa's bells.
As Santa comes down through the chimney.
And soon he flies away,
He flies away,
And soon he flies away.
And they all wake up,
As the light of the stars fades away.
Soon the sun comes up,
And the sun rises a beautiful sunrise.
And in the surprise of the children
There can sometimes be a present from Santa Claus.
In the surprise the children see-
They look under the Christmas tree.
And sometimes find a little gift from Santa Claus
That he has brang.
Yes, dear Santa, you have came.

Merry Christmas from the Webers down under and to the side - on the top of the south.