I can see sparkly presents under the Christmas tree.
I can hear Santa and his reindeers landing heavily on my roof.
I can smell the sweet chocolate yule log sitting on the kitchen side.
I can feel the spiky branches on the Christmas tree tingle when I touch.
I can taste the buttery, soft croissants melting in my mouth.
The story of Christ‘s birth
Is told every year
Yet it holds the same worth
And it still brings good cheer
The story of herdsmen
Tending to their flock
When angels from heaven
Caused them a great shock
The angels gave them news
Of a baby boy
Who was King of the Jews
And would bring the world joy
The story of King Herod
Sending wise men to find
The baby Son of God
Who troubled his mind
They followed a star
Shining bright in the sky
The guide from afar
Delighted the Magi
They found the King of Kings
Just as prophecy foretold
They gifted him many things
Like incense and gold
The story of Christ‘s birth
Is told every year
Yet it holds the same worth
And it still brings good cheer
The story of a Saviour
Born of a virgin
To die for our behaviour
And save us from sin
On the day before Christmas
I made a snowman,
As splendid as could be.
I hoped I could keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
It turned out I could
So I got it some PJs,
A blanket to keep it warm,
And placed it on my pillow
To give it some sweet dreams.
But then on Christmas Day
It decided to run away,
But before that it wet my bed AWFULLY!
Once a year I’m brought out of storage
The lukewarm fake snow whirls around
I glare through my foggy glass cage
At my captors keeping me homebound
The little ones shake me and my home
Till my whole world spins and I feel dizzy
I try spit out the bits of fake snow foam
Yet they laugh and giggle at my misery
Then I’m taken away in my case
Down where it’s all dark and drear
Then I can hide alone in my base
Till all will repeat again next year
It’s Christmas time
Get ready and sway all day
Open all your presents
Fingers crossed you get what you want
When Santa comes down the chimney
Snowflakes glisten in the moonlight
Jolly people plunging through the snow
Fluffy coats shivering in the howling wind
A blizzard
The clock tower cries out midnight
The townsfolk surge back to their homes
To family and a cosy fire
A warm glow
Santa’s moonlit sleigh
Dashing through the starry sky
Heading towards the snow covered rooftops
Sack in hand
Children lie awake
Dreaming about the morn
Presents under the shiny tree
Wrapped with love
Christmas Day at last,
I dance down the stairs,
Joyful and merry.
But something is missing,
Or rather someone,
From my usual Christmas routine.
No phone call to be made,
No gift or card,
No presents whatsoever.
I am without her,
For the first time,
And yet merriness remains.
Her spirit pushes me to stay this way,
To remain joyful,
To celebrate, even without her.
My soul longs to see her again,
To hear her beautiful voice,
To see her beautiful smile.
I am without her,
For the first time,
And yet merriness remains.
In a toy shop high on a shelf
I sat as days went by
Watching all my friends be bought
As Christmas Eve drew nigh
A damaged Teddy Bear was I
Just waiting to be sold
Though no one came to look at me
As I sat alone and cold
But as tiny tears fell from my eyes
A fairy floated by
And as she waved her pretty wand
She said please don’t cry
Santa Claus has sent me to find
A special Teddy Bear
For a little girl who asked for one
In her bedtime prayer
So on Christmas Eve tied with a bow
Santa laid me by her side
And when she awoke a looked at me
Tears of joy she cried
With her little arms around me
I filled her heart with joy
For I had so much love to give
Though just a broken toy.