Christmas, Christmas,
three days of the year,
can’t wait,
won’t wait
for the days of the year.
Holding on,
Santa is nearly there,
stockings are filled,
presents are there.
Robins chirp to wake you up,
Christmas is here.
It’s present time,
joyful time,
lots of fun and gifts and toys.
Shouting, screaming with happiness,
joyful about the gifts.
Time for lunch, turkey,
potatoes in my tum,
carrots and beans in there too.
More? More pudding is always amazing.
After Christmas it’s such a bore.
So let’s wait for next year!
Back to the first Christmas night
With baby Jesus in his cradle
The harsh breeze blowing away
The falling snow covers the ground
As the fires of the fireplace
Struggle to stay ignited
The sparkle of their flicker
Slowly fading away
Worried about the infant
Worried about the cold
Amidst the freezing night
Mother Mary calls for help
Nearby animals come passing by
But none offer their assistance
Then she hears flapping wings
For a bird has heard her pleas
A robin stands alone
Sustaining the fire
By flapping its wings
The dying fire starts to roar
For its blaze just came to life
And dry sticks the robin throws
To keep the child warm
Throughout the night
And none can help mistakes
For once it goes too close
The merciless fire burns its breast
The robin keeps going
Unfazed by the burn
And when the act is done
Expressing her gratitude
Mother Mary says
“You will live eternally
Not in your body, but for the kind act
That you have done today.
May your legend and kindness be passed down
From generation to generation.”
On a dark, cold winter night
A bird breaks its wing
And down she goes, yelping in pain
Unable to fly
With her friends
To the warmer place
Whimpering
She asks the nearby birch
“Help me, I have broken my wing.”
The birch, beautiful and proud
Says haughtily
“I know my priorities
I take care of the bird of the forest.”
She asks the big, strong oak
To which the oak answers
“I cannot,
I am worried because you will eat my acorns.”
Even the
Otherwise kind and gentle willow
Refuses to talk to strangers
Distressed
She asks the spruce
To which the tree answers
“I would be honoured,”
As it spreads out its branches.
Inspired
By this kind act
The pine proposes to protect both
From the bitter wind
The juniper
Offers its fruits to the bird
The Frost king
Closely watches all this
And instructs the North wind
Not to touch a single leaf
Of the spruce, pine or the juniper
However
It could play with the other trees
All it wanted
And each winter
The north wind strips bare
All the leaves of the others
And it is for this kindness
That the pine, spruce and juniper
Keep their greenery
Or so the legend says
Christmas is snow,
Christmas is snow.
Christmas is mince pie and turkey,
Children having fun.
It’s warm and snuggly.
Christmas is fun,
Christmas is fun.
Christmas is presents and giving,
The smell of turkey coming from the kitchen.
Sleighing down the biggest hill you can find.
When Santa’s roaming you are sleeping,
At lunch you are laughing,
Opening your presents with love and pride,
That is Christmas everyone.
Every dazzling Christmas,
I wake up like never before,
Not even being tired.
I hear the morning crackle
And the fire freckle.
I open my stocking with a flabbergasted smile.
As lunch arrives,
I eat my turkey, as people laugh and cheer,
Hurray!
Dessert comes and I’m already full up,
I eat as fast as a spotty cheetah.
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year,
To spend with family and bring you cheer.
Put up a Christmas tree,
Decorate it ’til it’s done.
Christmas Christmas, a nice time to play with your family.
So eat your lunch,
Yum yum yum chicken or turkey,
Open your presents,
Stocking too, wow!
What a surprise!
A guinea pig,
Oh I see an elf or maybe Santa!
Santa ate too many pies,
The reindeers ate them too,
But reindeers only eat carrots!
Merry Christmas everyone!
Christmas, you’re asleep and excited to open your presents,
To see if Santa has eaten your mince pies and taken the carrots.
You caught Santa flying away,
You look in your stocking in the morning,
Then your tree and find presents in both.
You look at the baubles,
Then you shout.
Christmas breakfast.
You open the cracker. Boom!
Now you are playing in the icy, soft snow.
Elf on the shelf is here to play,
In our house every day.
But only from the 1st to the 25th December,
Every year I have to remember.
Oh how I wish the year was quicker,
and my food tastes bitter,
cos I miss you elf.
There’s loads of sadness in myself,
But I know he’ll be back again,
So I mustn’t feel sad.