Competition Entry

Winter walks towards England
Bellowing, he cries,”I’m here, bring Santa,
an old friend of mine. Where is my tinsel and roast
turkey?”
This year is looking a little murky!
So winter walks and talks so much that
his spit becomes the snow.
His walking becomes large gusts
of wind.
Couples huddle together and
Winter is turning into a jigsaw!
Some pieces do, some don’t
but that is the very heart of Winter.

She sat there
By the window,
Snowflakes falling
Ground full of white stuff,
She never got to play in it
The orphanage didn’t allow it.
After all
She couldn’t disobey the rules,
She was an orphan
Like the other 49,
She watched through the window
On a lonely Christmas Eve,
Parents and kids outside
Shopping for presents.
That night
She made her wish,
As she went to bed
She hoped and prayed,
Then
Christmas Day came.
Her wish
Had come true,
For next Christmas Eve
She wasn’t alone,
She had a new family
One to play in the snow with,
One to buy presents for,
One to love forever.

On Christmas Eve every year,
Santa and his elves make presents to deliver,
On every evening on Xmas eve,
Santa jumps down the chimneys,
He creeps into your room and fills up,
Fills up your stocking-up to the top,
Then he slips back round to your living room,
And surrounds the tree with cards and gifts,
He finds the mince pies and glass of milk,
And the carrot for Rudolf and the reindeer,
After that off he goes,
Out into the darkness,
Has anyone seen his workshop,
Nobody knows…

White as infinity’s page,
Pages of a non-written future,
As crisp as a bauble’s shell,
Being trodden on by a foot,
Cold as the outside breeze on a winter’s day,
Freezing our noses red,
As delicate as a snowflake,
With its intricate design,
Powdery as white chalk,
Being crushed into dust,
Snow – as wintry as winter itself.

The elves make toys for the children asleep
As they snore and count sheep.
Santa and his elves are out in the snow,
Getting ready to go.
Every night they deliver toys
To all the girls and boys.
Eating mince pies, what a pleasant surprise,
Santa be quick,
Because the children are slick,
And are waking up fast!
On his sleigh he gets
And off he goes,
With Rudolf’s nose
Guiding him back home.

As I step on the layers of crisp,
The layers of white blanket sit,
As I step on the layers of silk,
The layers that look as if I’ve spilt milk,
As I step on the layers of white,
The layers of a beautiful sight,
As I step on the layers of slush,
The layers of much memories-much,
As I step on the layers,
The layers…

Winter’s snowflakes bustle around,
they are God’s frozen tears showering
to the ground
Warm blankets, dancing fires
hot stew
Something that upgrades the twinkling star
in your parents’ eyes
Even homework,
it sort of makes it good too
you know when Jack Frost pays a visit
and writes the answers on the window too?
Anyway winter always will and always is a standing
enjoyment
What’s more
there is an improvement every year.
“That is why you must simply cherish it, dear,”
says my grandmother, wiping a tear.

I hope:
For decorations
on a tree;
For presents under
needles (some
for me!);
Christmas will be magical.

Christ are saviour was born on this day,
How on earth can we repay.
Ready to celebrate the merry event,
I can already smell the beautiful scent.
Suffer no more Christmas is here,
To everyone I wish good cheer.
May we all enjoy this brilliant holiday,
At the end of the day maybe you want to pray.
So I wish you all the best of times.

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