Phyllis A. Gears

Wilmington, Delaware, USA

Phyllis A. Gears is a data control clerk for Rollins Leasing Corporation in Wilmington, Delaware. She says, "it amazes me each time I realize that I created my poem in only 30 minutes." It truly was an inspiration! My ultimate goal is to someday have my poem published in a story book form. Phyllis has had a shorter version of her poetry published by the National Library of Poetry - "Tomorrow's Dream". She also had her poem featured by the National Library's Narrator on The Sound of Poetry. Phyllis resides at 1969 Prospect Road in Wilmington, Delaware.

'Twas the night After Christmas

'Twas the night After Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
Santa was sacked out in his favorite chair,
With soot on his nose and ash in his hair.
As I peeked in the window I saw Mrs. Claus,
She pulled off his boots and then came a pause -
She bent over gently and kissed his red nose,
She covered him slowly, even his toes.
There by the fireplace, all snuggled and dry,
I smiled as Rudolph let out a great sigh.
I crept to the stable through the hard-crusted snow,
And peeked at the reindeer asleep in a row.
Sleep Dasher and dancer, Prancer and Vixen,
Sleep Comet and Cupid, Donder and Blitzen.
I walked to the toy shop in less than a minute,
No elves, no tools and no toys were found in it.
It's hard to imagine all the clamor and noise,
While the elves put together all those neat little toys.
I remember the look on my little girl's face,
As she spotted a doll all dressed up in white lace.
And Danny had said (Oh! time and again,)
I must have been good, Santa left me a train!"
I started for home and my warm cozy bed,
Visions of Christmas spun around in my head.
I turned and I gasped at the wonderful sight,
As a bright shining star lit up the dark night.
A voice in the distance, I'll recall (if I can,)
Said, "May there be peace on earth and good will to all men!"