Christmas, oh what a wonderful time of year.
I’ve been waiting all year long and now it’s finally here!
All the stockings are hung, choirs being sung.
Santa Clause is on his way, with his big huge sleigh,
but only children that have been good
then, when he lands on the roof he gives a big… THUD.
Merry Christmas.
Christmas is the best time of the year!
Snow is falling on Christmas Eve as Santa makes children’s
dreams come true all over the World!
The decorations sparkle with delight as we sing carols around
the Christmas Tree on this holy night!
What a fantastic sight as we wait with anticipation first light on
Christmas morning and a new special day dawning!
On a cold, December’s evening in the cottage at the end of the lane,
sits a young girl, in front of the empty fireplace,
ashes glistening on the edge of her nightdress.
The maiden shivers in the moonlight,
making her feel the most lonely a child could be on Christmas Eve.
Hands as cold as ice, teeth chattering as she sings a Christmas carol.
‘Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells’ she mutters.
Silence enters the room
and then she continues singing’Jingle, all the way.’
However, outside a shimmer of gold glitter sparkles,
and then a million fly down the lane and knock on Angela’s door.
She rises to answer them, and creeps up to the old wooden door.
It creaks open, only to her surprise
the child is swept up by the Christmas Magic.
The purple blood from a blue-scaled dragon
Found in the middle of a volcanic eruption
A devil’s horn from the midst of hell
A halo soaked in poison from an angel
Tossed, crushed, sieved and sprinkled
Down into the cauldron the ingredients trickled
The ocean’s blues from far below
Pebbles from a cliff face in Pluto
A fillet of fat from an electrocuted pig
A dog’s eye extracted from a mouth belonging to a goblin
Tossed, crushed, sieved and sprinkled
Down into the cauldron the ingredients trickled
The bravery of a lion from the depths of Africa
And the green skin of a green tiger
Saturn’s rings bathed in the moonlights water
A witch’s hat that has been slaughtered
Tossed, crushed, sieved and sprinkled
Down into the cauldron the ingredients trickled
A unicorn’s hoof found far in the south
But be careful, it’s quite dangerous, don’t wander about
A hoodie from an alien that’s a combination of colours
Only that and nothing duller
Tossed, crushed, sieved and sprinkled
Down into the cauldron the ingredients trickled
Finish it off with a monkey’s heart
And then you know the spells finished at last
Everyday, I wake up in my bed in my humble home.
Everyday, I call my friends on the phone.
Everyday, I cry myself to sleep all alone.
Everyday, I acknowledge my humble home.
I gaze at translucent windows,
I gaze at the TV shows,
I gaze at the ringing telephone,
I gaze at my humble home.
My humble home,
Where memories have been born,
Where the front garden grows in green,
Where I watch k-drama and eat popcorn,
Where there is so much to be seen.
The most alluring place in the street,
Always walking on my feet,
Every Christmas, we gobble up turkey and meat,
I wail because of my homework worksheet.
My humble home.
Trees are brilliant,
They’re peaceful and green.
When you’re dancing in a meadow,
They make a beautiful scene.
I love to see
These trees around me …
The cheerful Cherry
The lovely Lime
The perfect Pear
The pretty Plum
The happy Holly
The jolly Juniper
The brilliant Beech
The wonderful Willow
The amazing Ash
The marvellous Maple
The charming Chestnut
The relaxing Rowan
And The Olympic Oak
Trees, I love them all
They are really, really tall
I love my rainbow garden
It explodes constantly with a kaleidoscope of colour
Red is for the plump, juicy tomatoes
Preparing themselves for a feast
Orange is for the gigantic sunflowers
That warm my heart
Yellow is for the sunshine
That beams over each and every petal
Green is for all the leaves
That feed these beautiful gems
Blue is for the carpet of bluebells
That shimmer like the ocean
Indigo is for the strong primrose
That returns to see me, in the harshest of winters.
Violet is for the clematis that steadily climbs, reaching for the stars
But in all this colourful delight,
My heart lies with the Lily,
which stands majestically,
in its glorious, pure and beautiful white
Maple is an Autumn fairy
Who lives in an enchanted wood.
She mixes spices together
And makes everywhere look good.
She pours Paprika over the Oak,
Cinnamon over the Maple
She makes the Beech look on fire
By giving it enough Chilli energy until April
Finally, she weaves her Autumn quilt
Of crimson, scarlet and mustard bright
She throws it down, tucks them in
And gently kisses them goodnight
I am looking through the framed window,
there is a beautiful sight to behold.
A monster of a magnolia tree,
I think it must be very old.
I am looking through through the framed window,
Big tall green storks I see.
On top of the storks huge heads of yellow,
Sunflowers providing nectar for the bee.
I am looking through through the framed window,
I see a tall stem with razor sharp thorns.
Roses as red as blood,
I go to pick it, ouch my finger gets torn.
I am looking through through the framed window,
At a carpet of luscious green grass.
I want to go get my football,
So I can work on my perfect pass.
I am looking through through the framed window,
Oh what’s that I see?
Rummaging round for worms to eat,
A nosy red robin looking back at me.
A new world, a new Earth
A planet with lakes and oceans,
trees and forests shining at twilight
A vision of serenity
A new culture, a new community
A variety of people, big, small, colourful,
kind, caring and cheery
A vision of happiness
A new beginning, a new start
A burning heart, scorching,
blazing with heat and light
A vision of hope
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