This is the beginning to a short children's story I'm writing. I'd like to know what you all think of this, and if anyone would be willing to read more. I'd like to know what works and what doesn't.Thank you.
One Christmas Eve morning, there was a gleam in his eye,
Today was the day he would find that fat guy.
His sister would help him, along with his cat,
Together they’d trek, they vowed to not spat.
Off to the pole, which resided just north,
They’d attempt reach he who gave presents thus forth.
So they gathered their gear, and warm winters coats,
Leaving their farm, and passing their goats.
Their cat trailed beside them, along for the ride,
Guiding them past where they should not reside.
Down the old road, at a break-neck pace,
They would finish, they would win this race.
The snow slowed them down, though not a whole lot,
They would soon reach, where there minds had so sought.