St Nick

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by Mae hills aged 6

Merry Christmas
The bells are ringing
Jingle jingle jingle
All the the elves are making toys
To send to our houses
We open the presents in the morning
We go to are family’s house
And have Christmas dinner
And eat our Christmas pudding
Yumm yumm yumm very yummy
I was hungry writing this
Merry Christmas to everyone

Christmas at War

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by Tilly Rogan aged 11

In 1914 the trenches grew cold,
Just as you began to unfold
Your presents with shiny wrapping paper,
But then a few hours later
The ball flew in the air,
This still didn’t make Christmas seem so fair.
Are you guilty?
Are you sad?
Does this true story make you feel bad?
Take a minute to remember
What the soldiers did for you.
They risked there life for YOU!

Santa is Coming

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by Aarani aged 6

Santa is coming to your house,
He’s got lots of presents to give out,
Watch out,
Because he is coming!

Christmas is Snowing

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by Harini aged 8

Christmas is snowing,
Christmas is coming,
Christmas is a present,
Christmas is fun,
Did you get a tree?
What did you put on it?
Decorations?
A star?
Or even a stocking!
So listen as you sleep
Because father Christmas will come!

Christmas

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by Elqui Johnston aged 6

Crackling ice.
Holly spiking on your fingers.
Roast turkey warming in your belly.
Icicles hanging beside your window.
Smiling snowmen in winter.
Toasty toes by the fire.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Angels being graceful.
Santa’s coming to town on his sleigh.

Christmas Day

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by Shannon aged 10

Henry woke with a smile on his face
And he had a thrill inside which was growing far and wide
He heard the the sound of bells so he ran down the staircase
Which twisted and winded
And there he saw piles of…
Pre… pre… presents.

Christmas Time

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by Jonathan aged 9

Christmas Time is finally here,
It only comes but once a year…

Cradle

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by Jonathan aged 9

SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night…

Eerie Darkness

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by Paige Bains aged 10

Winner Winner Winner

Eerie Darkness

I peer through the eerie darkness,
“You’re being silly!” says my mistress.

The wolf looks at the moon shining brightly,
wondering if he can bite me, squeeze me tightly.

Creak of the door and the rumble of the floorboards,
whisper of the dark lords

The Grim Reaper in my face,
my fear it can trace.

But most of all the thought of you getting hurt
makes me tremble in terror, it turns me into dirt.