(37-40)
I’m nice and warm under the quilt,But can see the cold in the air.My stomach is full of ham,My mind on my sleeping parents,The smell of the tree down the stairs,The red and green lights across the house,And the cookies and milk are on the kitchen table.I’m trying to stay up, not to give in to sleep,So I can see Santa for myself.                                                quilt (n.)棉被He will notice me as he puts a gift under the tree,Put a finger to his mouth as if to say “ quiet,” and smile.I will see the smoke from his pipe dance around his face,And the snow on his shoes turn into water.It doesn’t even matter what he gives me,Not this year, not this night.I smile into the blankets as my eyes get heavy,And the room turns dark.
【題組】37. What can be the best title of this poem?
(A) My Dream
(B) My Christmas gifts
(C) Waiting for Santa
(D) One cold night