Hey Santa Clause,
Because I am bored
I’ve started to snore
I need help
Please send an alarm clock.
Love the sleepy bear from the 2013 John Lewis Xmas advert
Spongy and soft
Spices and fruit dried
This recipe is easy
If you use this guide
Stir in some roasted nuts
Toasted and warm
Gently mix
Don’t rage like a storm
Butter and sugar
Eggs and flour
Bake in the oven
For just under an hour
Take it out and cool
For minutes ten
After time has passed
That is when
You prepare your marzipan
Roll with a pin
‘til your white fresh marzipan
Gets slightly thin
Layer on top
Your scrumptious cake
Smoothen it out
For goodness sake
Add decorations
Sweets and glitter
Put your wrappers in the garbage
Do not litter
Now making this cake
We had fun
Lastly, eat the cake
Now we are done!
Carols are loud and baaa-eautiful.
Holly is red, green and prickly.
Robins sing sweet songs.
Ice and snow are glittering by the minute.
Santa is magical and magnificent.
Tinsel is colourful and thin.
Merry Christmas to everyone.
Angels are helpful and kind.
Stockings are cool and fluffy.
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