Competition Entry

Christmas is fun but not always
Some people cry or moan because they don’t get presents
All of us like Christmas
All we need for Christmas is friends and family.
We are so grateful, thank you to Jesus and God.
Some people at this minute have been dumped on the floor to starve
So now you listen to my poem, please help people get off the streets
and invite them to your Christmas dinner
We could end up homeless one day

Christmas is here,
We’re all full of cheer,
Jesus is born,
Christmas tops are being worn,
No matter where you go,
There is always a little bit of snow,
Get ready for rocking around the
Christmas tree,
Make sure you leave Santa
A big bottle of Fanta.
Have a very merry Christmas.

When you receive a Christmas letter,
You fill with hope and glee,
You jump around and spin about
The lit up Christmas tree,
You open it filled with magic that is Christmassy.

The old man sits in a coat,
shivering cold,
overhearing stories about Christ being told.
He goes to sleep while the bongs and beeps,
the moon is flying across the creeps.
While he sleeps,
people give him gifts,
so this Christmas give a homeless person
a special gift
that the homeless person will lift and love.

Out from the window
I look up to see
A snow-covered lawn
And presents for me

A big Christmas tree
With lights dangling down
A silver star on top
And absolutely no frowns

Christmas is here
And we cry with glee
Sharing and caring
I look up to see

Christmas is a time to share
with loving and care
We also have presents
under the tree and when
we get the
we are as holly as can be
I love Christmas!

There He lay
Surrounded
By shepherds
And animals
Who kneeled
Before him
Each longing for a glimpse
Awed by his presence
Each offering gifts
Expensive, bought with gold
To the new born King
Yet no one noticed
The bed he slept on
Had no pillow
Moved by the sight
A selfless stork
Pulled out the feathers
Of his own skin
And made the most comfortable pillow
Any baby could ask for
This act
Outlived the stork
By a few centuries
And more
And we still remember him
And the joy of giving gifts
Not from money
But from the heart

The wood is burning in their fire,
Whilst the snowflakes fall outside,
I always thought Christmas was a liar,
Summer is an easier ride.

The streets are cold and damp,
The air is ever so thin,
But my heart always seems to have a cramp,
No matter what situation I’m in.

My teeth chatter,
My mind is bare,
I might win over a few pennies,
Though that is very rare.

Steam climbs out of chimneys,
And the sky is full of stars,
Everyone fortunate celebrates,
But they never think about those who aren’t.

Silent dusk,
a tear sizzles down his cheek –
solitary;
the solider wishes for Santa.

Gleaming lights of the city,
makes him long for
home;
his eyes set on the sky.
Trailing between December clouds,
a sparkle of reindeer dust –
his longing fingers
a new sunrise in his eyes.

And yet, his vulnerable fingers…
he steps back, teary-eyed
reindeer dust or another gun shot?
Merry Christmas, Soldier!

Mommy, what’s Christmas?
It’s a time were people celebrate Jesus’s birthday.
Daddy, what’s christmas?
Oh it’s a time were we hang decorations.
Nanny, what’s Christmas?
Ha, it’s a time were Santa comes to your house but only if you are good.
Mommy, Daddy and Nanny, what’s Christmas ?
Blablabla!