Competition Entry

As the silver bells jangled and danced
All the elves decked out in emerald threads
Made way for the festivities
Wrapping gifts and ticking lists.

Trails of wrapping paper waltzed across the floor
Past the cards adorned with joyful greetings
Preaching their messages of love and peace
To all the gifts awaiting a lift on Santa’s sleigh.

Now the gifts stood eager and tail,sparkly and small
All clutching a bow, tag or ribbon
Colours of silver, gold, red and green
All so delightfully keen
Sealed with love from Santa’s team.

Winning Poem

Houses and buildings,
Sprinkled with snow.
Sitting in church,
Row by row.

Outside trees whistle,
In the bitter cold breeze.
Moisture-plenty plants,
Beginning to freeze.

On the door,
The holly wreath.
Smoke from the chimney,
The fire beneath.

Stars in the sky,
The moon shining bright.
Grey clouds,
Swirl throughout the night.

Children skate,
On the river near.
The ice holds,
The children have no fear.

A bridge to cross the river,
And a sledge to ride.
Now it’s dark,
Come along inside.

Children in bed,
To get to sleep they try.
As Santa makes his journey,
Milk and a mince pie.

Santa Claus is coming to town
standing behind a willow tree,
my face was covered with joy and glee
the magic-man in crimson attire
had emerged from the flames of the festive fire

He is getting a clown
a clown, what clown – is this the clown that I had desired
to become a joker, is what I had aspired
a clown with flushed cheeks, and a red nose
a clown is always happy, or I suppose

Santa comes when there is no one around
he tip-toes, and talks to the mice
in the kitchen, he sings to the salt and spice
in my stocking, he fills a sky and a star
oh, he comes from a world so far!

But he comes without a sound
I want to meet him, and ask him about his world
my heart is palpitating, my fingers are curled
but, he is as silent as a creeping fox
as he fills the insides of my Christmas box

He has bound by a duty which he will never forget
and, all I can say, in a voice full of light, is –
Dear Santa, I wish we could have met!

When the wind starts howling
And the Christmas tree grows,
Icicles are forming
As the North wind blows.

The children are waiting
Their fires are lit,
The chimney’s needs dusting
The decorations should fit.

As the cold wind blows
The air is bitter and white,
The trees are laughing
As the moon shines bright.

The tinsel is ready
The lights are hanged up,
The ball balls are settled
With some wine in a cup.

Santa is coming
The presents are packed,
The elves have been working
Houses have been tracked.

Its Christmas Eve,
Time for cheer,
I hope Santa will visit here!

A snowflake drifting through the air
I admire its delicate perfection
Frostily white, glowing softly amid
the mid-winter moonshine.
Tiny clusters of ice filmed over with snow
frosted with magical tiny icicles
Floating down, down, down to the earth.
I catch it on the tip of my tongue
Savoring the taste of new-fallen snow;
Yet with a small pang of grief
at the destruction of something so beautiful.

I trudge home through carpets of snow
Finer than even Persian ones
Soft, crunching and rustling beneath
the crushing steps of my boots.
The comforting chill and cold of the snow
clings around my knees, pleading.
Don’t go home yet, it says. Play with me!
And the lure is so irresistible
that eventually, I do.
I fall backwards into the white coldness
powder-fine snow piles up all around me
Envelops me like a chilly blanket.
I thrash around, laughing, chilled to the core.
Make pretty patterns in the snow
build snow-castles, make a snowman –
Rather crooked, but he’ll do!
I throw snowballs, bury myself in snow
Burrow into it, then thrash to get free
What fun!

At last, rosy-cheeked, out of breath,
I approach home. Home!
A warm, welcoming glow from the lantern
set in the window for me to see.
I open the door and collapse into the warmth
falling into a big squashy armchair
Just as I fell into the snow, ‘cept it’s warmer.
Flickering flames in the fireplace
spilling light onto the homely walls
Dancing, at play on the hearth in front of me.
I warm my feet, toast my hands before the blaze.
How good it feels!
Snuggling into a thick furry blanket
my dog beside me, so warm and alive,
sipping hot chocolate that warms my insides
spilling down my throat just like
the firelight spills onto the walls.
I savor the joy
of coming into the warmth from the cold
As long as it lasts.
Next day I will go out
and get all cold and chilled again
Then warm up! just like today.

I love all the glorious aspects of winter
the Yuletide season, time of mirth
Joy and blessings all around
because Christmas is coming, you know!
But what I love best
Is the cosy feeling of going
from cold to warm
and then the wild recklessness of
warm to chilling cold
and then doing it all over again.
Summer’s too hot for me!
But in winter you can have both,
Hot and cold glorify each other by turns
That’s what I love about winter!

Underneath the lighting noon,
There was the fading moon.
Beside the river far away,
The sun was rising for it to become day.
Trees inside houses, stockings on walls,
Every person going to malls.
Kids playing together,
Making presents all together.
Decorating their Christmas tree,
Ready tonight to dance with glee.
”Santa is coming tonight!”
”Now let’s eat our food in delight!”
As everyone is fast asleep,
A visitor has come for a peep.
Getting in houses from the chimney,
Putting presents under a tree!

The ice covers the frozen ground
The grass has turned into a pure white
An icicle in the corner, slowly melting
Drip, drip

Snowflakes flurrying all around
People milling around busily; huddled against winter’s frosty bite
The rain, angrily spitting and sputtering against the roof
Pitter, patter

The snow descends without a sound
We sit idly, sheltered from nature’s spite
Silhouetted against the fire in the grate
Flicker, flicker

The animals hibernate under the ground
The robin sings of their frozen plight
The lonely owl hoots into the moon
Twit, twoo…

Competition Winner

Snow is falling
Christmas is calling
and the angels start to sing.
Merry Christmas everyone,
wait till you see what Christmas will bring.
Roast turkey on the table,
people laughing and having fun.
Santa’s sleigh might fly as high as the moon;
I really wish to see him soon.

Competition Winner

A mermaid’s Christmas is a happy event
Where mermaids come together to celebrate

Christmas caves are decorated with gems and shells
and starfish fairy lights shimmer fantastically
The Christmas tree is made from seaweed
With coral baubles and a pearl on top.

They have a Christmas feast with
Mussels, clams, oysters and tuna.
And toast ‘Merry Christmas’
with delicious Seaweed cocktails.

They pull oyster shells apart for crackers
Wear pearl crowns for party hats.
They make sandmen on the sea bed
With shells for their smile, gems for eyes
And driftwood for their noses.

Dolphins pull their mer-sleigh,
delivering presents containing gifts of the sea
Finally, the mermaids happily go to bed
after their extremely busy day.

Competition Winner

Hello everybody, my name is Mrs Claus,
My first name is Mary, what about yours?
As you may have guessed, my husband is Santa,
Something you probably didn’t know is that he loves to drink Fanta.

There’s lots of secrets about Santa that you didn’t know,
Can you believe it, that he really hates snow!?
His favourite reindeer is Dasher because he saved my life,
Without Dasher’s help, Santa would have no wife!

Another secret about Santa is that he loves to eat fish,
Sometimes mixed with cookies, what a weird dish!
People don’t know, the colour of Santa’s ride
Inside it’s pink and glittery (but red on the outside).

When nobody is looking, Santa likes to dance
And wear pretty pink dresses, whenever he gets a chance.
Santa is a bit silly and always messing around,
He is the craziest man that I have ever found!

Santa likes to eat green cake, which is made of broccoli,
He gets me to make it for him with a cup of hot sprout tea.
I would never change him even though he’s mad,
I really do love him and without him I’d be sad.