by | Dec 2, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

Christmas time approaches fast

And thoughts soon turn to snow

Children sliding down the street

With faces all a glow

Happy squeals as snowballs fly

Loud laughter fills the air

As someone falls into the snow

With not a single care

Covered white and soaking wet

The “victim” pulls a face

His snowball misses his best friend

As down the street they race

Then from a house a mother calls

To get them in for bed

They’ll lie awake and hope to see

Old Santa and his sled

But we all know the magic that

He sprinkles on bedclothes

To stop them peeking in his sack

Or seeing Rudolph’s nose

He’ll drink his sherry, eat his pie

Be home before the dawn

And celebrate with us this day

That Jesus Christ was born


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