My mother, Joan, wrote poetry starting at an early age. Here’s a poem about Christmas she wrote when she had just turned 10, living in Chicago in 1932.
Santa Claus comes in his sleigh,
Reindeer pulling it away.
Santa Claus comes with his toys,
Coming for the girls and boys.
He will bring a Christmas tree,
One for you and one for me,
He will come down the chimney,
Bringing toys for you and me.
Blessings to all!