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    The child is having trouble falling asleep on Christmas Eve as they are too excited to see what gifts Father Christmas will bring them overnight. They are keeping their eyes open staring at their red woolly stocking hung in front of them hoping for presents to appear. If they don't fall asleep soon, Father Christmas won't come to deliver toys and eat the sandwiches left for him by the child's mother.

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    The child is having trouble falling asleep on Christmas Eve as they are too excited to see what gifts Father Christmas will bring them overnight. They are keeping their eyes open staring at their red woolly stocking hung in front of them hoping for presents to appear. If they don't fall asleep soon, Father Christmas won't come to deliver toys and eat the sandwiches left for him by the child's mother.

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    6-Christmas Eve Mini Poem II

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    The child is having trouble falling asleep on Christmas Eve as they are too excited to see what gifts Father Christmas will bring them overnight. They are keeping their eyes open staring at their red woolly stocking hung in front of them hoping for presents to appear. If they don't fall asleep soon, Father Christmas won't come to deliver toys and eat the sandwiches left for him by the child's mother.

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    chRisTMAS EVE

    I’m trying to sleep but my


    eyes
    won’t close

    And I can’t help but peep,


    for in front of my nose

    Is a long woolly stocking that’s


    red.

    If I don’t fall asleep Father


    Christmas
    won’t come

    And he won’t eat the


    sandwiches
    made by my mum,
    Or put toys at the end of my
    bed.

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