Competition Entry

A little robin sits on my fence,
The brightest bird I ever saw.
Clasped in its sharp, copper talons
Holds a squirming grub, on which it gnaws.

A little robin sits on my fence,
It’s chest in crimson flame.
In its shiny, coal-black eyes you see
That this bird has no shame.

A little robin sits on my fence,
With a beak, sharp as thorns.
It spreads its great brown wings,
On a flight to visit its chicks
Which this little bird has borne.

A little robin soars in the sky,
Flying up above.
I hope it gets home safely,
To meet with its joyful love.

A little robin sits patiently,
Eyes gleaming with pride.
As it watches its young fly away,
Past all the Christmas lights.

Christmas be cold
On a card write BOLD
Write Christmas cards
Drive to see family, you drive 100 yards
Gran and Grandad send you gifts
Mum or dad give you lifts
Buy a Christmas tree
Loads of presents for me
Go to your friend’s house
Wear your favourite blouse
Love Christmas and have fun

Let’s Rewind
Before all of this, most things were good
I could kiss my mum without worrying
Now I wonder, Should I? Could I?
But this invisible enemy envies us all
I am sure that it’s worse than maleficent sceptre

It’s trying to let us down but we cannot let them call
It tried to steal our souls…
Just like Hades, Who took the souls?
This enemy rose
As they took down this peace
This life is worse than the Evil queen’s apple

It’s like we are Sir Isaac Newton,
That apple will fall
We have to protect ourselves as it’s going to fall for us all!

It stuck us in an island with a barrier, no way out
It seems like everyone was turned to stone

And tricked by Ursula, witch of the seas pouting it out,
Oh Aladdin where are you?
We could do with some genie right now Yankee doodle doo!
Jafar, Jafar he stole our freedom, I feel like we are in a lamp!
Bring our wishes true!
Come and set us free
How do we ask you the right way?
Oh Aladdin, where are you?

Let’s compare our life to Cinderella,
In the end we shall succeed but for now
Your family and friends is all you need.

It’s Christmas eve, I lay in bed,
Waiting for Santa to fly ahead,
I wake in the morning and look out of my window,
I see all of the snow,
I go and wake my parents,
I jump on their bed,
I go to get my stocking, which hangs above the fireplace,
It is full of presents,
Santa MUST have been!

Snow flutters down to the ground,
I look down…
Slippy snow, I go ahead,
I then fall over on my head,
Snowmen dance around me,
Using canes of candy,
To steady themselves,
Then I hear bells,
Santa is flying up above,
Like a swiftly swooping dove,
Then he lands on a roof,
And goes down the chimney with a POOF!
With his sack of presents close behind,
He waves and gives a wink of an eye,
The reindeer dance upon the house,
As if they have seen a little mouse,
Then Santa sets off, flying far away,
And the eight reindeer lead the sleigh,
The sun starts rising,
I hear a call – which is surprising,
It was my own Mother’s voice,
I then opened my eyes,
But only then did I realize,
That all of what I had seen…
Was a dream.

Competition Winner

Cotton covers the crisp, cold centre,
Fabulous fairy-lights festively flicker,
Santa’s sleigh swiftly soars,
Sleepy siblings snooze and snore,
Cute cottages are Christmas cosy,
And red robins rosy,
Snowflakes spinning, spiralling, swirling,
Fantastic food, families are feasting,
Towering tree, tinsel, twinkling,
Rudolph and reindeer, racing, rocketing,
Saint Nick singing sleigh-bell songs,
Goodnight gatherings as the great bell gongs.

Winning Poem

Why do we care that Christmas is a thing,
all it brings you is joy and suspense.
But don’t get me wrong it’s a lovely time of the year,
but why, why, why
do we care that Christmas is a thing?

Well I’ll tell you why,
when we wake up on Christmas Day
we think of the paper scrunching
as we open our presents.
We hear the eerily quiet moment
when everyone wants to see
what’s behind the present.

But this may not be a time for joy
as so many more will cry for time.
This year has filled us with the thing we hate,
it’s sadness you see
and sadness is not what we want to see.
It’s the nagging fear of being next to enter
the Room we think is hexed,
it’s like being the big X,
people stay clear from the thing we despise

But it’s not you they despise
it’s the smaller things they despise,
it’s something else,
it takes joy from the world and turns it into hate,
but you see why, why, why do we care that Christmas is a thing.
You see it’s the thought of being back together as one big piece,
the thought of having a laugh with one big thing,
knowing that your empty thing is your heart
which is whole again.

10am rush outside
To a white wonderland to play
Fluffy snow, collapsing below
On this chilly, wintery day

In great big groups
Gather up the snow
Roll into balls, your duty calls
As the wind begins to blow

Add a carrot as a nose
And some coal
Wood for arms
More snow to roll

A hat and a scarf
To keep him warm
Snow flurrying, wind hurrying
The evil snowstorm

Morning is here
White is the ground
Snowflakes, Christmas cakes
Not a single sound

Outside he stands tall
And I know I’m proud
Because I know he can
My beloved snowman
Can stand
Through the storm

Presents and parcels wrapped in paper
Chocolate with candies and filled with wafer

Fir branches and berries stacked like towers
Pine cones and holly spiking like flowers

Spiced figs, cinnamon sticks and dried fruit
A woollen beanie and fluff from my boot

Candles, warm fires and candy canes
Santa travels through roads and lanes

My face turns red as wind blows my hair
A magical twinkle in the air

Twinkling lights
Against the navy night sky
A robin soars heights
Singing as he flies by

Carol singers at my door
Settling snow, peaceful as a dove
Wispy snowflakes brush the floor
And crunch as feet walk above

Bitter winds and icy sludge
The river full of bubbles and foam
Frozen to the ground I can’t budge
It’s cold so I decide to head home

The warm fire
Flames crackle
I start to tire
Sleepiness I tackle

Morning is here
Early and bright
Alone I fear
I shall wait for daylight

A tree decorated top to toe
With twinkling Christmas stars
Squeaky presents hidden below
So bright you can see them from Mars!

The halls decked with holly
I’m smiling like a winner
I’m happy and jolly
But just wait for dinner

Pork and apples
Cabbage and potatoes
Mince pies and milk
My face glowing, my cheeks rose

Happy familiar people
Filled with cheer
The church bell in the steeple
Happy new year!