Each year set up, Under the tree, A decorated train, Bringing much glee. It chugs and it toots, Around the little track, Carrying a toy Santa, And Santa's little sack. At night it is silent, When all are in bed, Painted Christmas colors, Green and red. The next day turned on, For all to enjoy, Especially for the Girl and the boy. Then Christmas is over, And train is put away, To come out again, Next Christmas Day. ~ © Sharon (quailgrdn@yahoo.com) ~ November 25, 2003 If you use my graphics, please add my button to your page along with a link back. http://www.geocities/wcseptember2003/ If you enjoyed this page, check these out: My Last Christmas Doll Red Velvet Sledding A Christmas Carol Love Brings Feelings When Santa Was A Boy Snowballing And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Corner Index