Competition Entry

Christmas is time for fun
Christmas is full of cheer
We buy toys for the kids
And for the adults we buy beer

There’s boys and girls out there
who may have nothing to wear.
Seeing them shiver on Christmas Day,
whilst everyone else is having a buffet.
Kids our age just want a pound
which makes our heads spin around.
No food, water drinking out of the drains,
this gives them dreadful pain.
More than 120,000 children
will be homeless this Christmas
so in our city streets don’t harass,
make their Christmas this year
a reminder of how special they are.

Just please, please help out this Christmas.

Christmas is coming
Everybody is warm and loving
Snow is falling
While dinner’s calling
Children are running
They are stunning
Presents are being bought
Lessons are getting taught
Carols are humming
And Christmas is coming

Outside my house there is a Christmas tree,
and every time I look at it, it fills me with glee.

The tree is decorated with green and red,
the good girls and boys snuggle down in their beds.

The star at the top twinkles so bright,
the magical tree illuminates the night.

The spiky, green tree is so tall,
the presents underneath are ever so small.

Children make snowmen
It is all white and fluffy
We all love the snow

Children play with ice
It is very slippery
We all love the ice

The winter wind is a knife on my cheek
The snow falls heavy on the mountain peak
The snow goes on forever.
Our families huddle together
As mum makes soft bread out of dough,
I drink delicious, hot cocoa
That’s why we’re at home with winter.
My brothers and sisters go to bed
I hug my teddy bear called Ted.
I look out the window and see an icy road
Oh, how I hate the bitter cold.
Snowmen are made by children
The clock tower Big Ben strikes ten
That’s why we’re at home with winter.
We sit by a warm fire
And hear, on the ice, the spinning of a tyre.
As I look at the beautiful, snow covered tree
I drink different types of hot tea.
My family sits together
We will cherish these moments forever;
That’s why we’re at home with winter.

One Christmas was so much like another,
in those years around the sea-town corner now
and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices
I sometimes hear a moment before sleep,
that I can never remember
whether it snowed for six days and six nights
when I was twelve
or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights
when I was six.
All the Christmases roll down
toward the two-tongued sea,
like a cold and headlong moon
bundling down the sky that was our street;
and they stop
at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves,
and I plunge my hands in the snow
and bring out whatever I can find.
In the end it turned out to be a snowball fight

My wacky granddad, quite odd indeed
a funny lad, he carries a lead.
When Christmas comes I beg and I plead
guess what he gets me, an apple seed.
A cat in a hat, a rat and a bat,
an orange, a lemon, a pear and a mat,
a table, a frog, a nut in a hut,
some cheese, a clock and a monkeys foot,
a window, a brick, a worm and a chair,
a gate, a zebra, a pencil and a bear,
a potato, a book, a candle and a flare,
the rest he got me I really don’t care.
That’s what I got for Christmas,
that’s what I got from him.

On my 2nd year of Christmas there was perfume for my sister
On my 2nd year of Christmas there was a pen for the mister
On my 2nd year of Christmas there was some Duplo for me
I found it hiding underneath the decorated tree.

On my 3rd year of Christmas I lay down to sleep
I tried really hard not to make a peep
On my 3rd year of Christmas I sat down to be
pleased by a lovely roasted turkey

On my 4th year of Christmas I wanted to get
the very biggest Lego set
On my 4th year of Christmas I made a big list
But there seemed to be a lot that Santa had missed

On my 5th year of Christmas I wanted my present to be
an action figure that looked like me
on my 5th year of Christmas I had a great day
and at the end of it I said “HOORAY”