War Christmas

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by Finn Upton aged 9

Christmas is the best
However was it made
Right now I want to know
If it was during a raid
So if you know
Two or one reasons
Merry for me
At every two seasons
So please put down your guns and think…

Merry Christmas.

Dangerous Beauty

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by Harshita Das aged 12

Snow spreads a blanket over the city
A sheet of ice, spread across roofs
The crystals forming stalagmites
And white covers streets and roads

From afar, I see a dreamlike meadow
For snow filters my vision of black
Its elegance erases impurity

Yet when I go to touch it
My hand burns with the cold
It bites my face and pinches my legs
It shows the bitterness present in its beauty

The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
Green plagues the rocky terrain
Distance makes it seem pleasant
Its steep slopes are shrouded in unwavering beauty
The vines and flowers create an illusion in the mind

For if you go closer you’ll see
The thorns and poison veiling the ground
You’ll feel the red, as you touch the sharp, jagged rocks
The wild uncontrolled waterfalls, which looked like gentle streams
The bugs’ gifts, as they sting your skin
The wild viscous animals to welcome you
And the heights above which you stand

The ocean stretches beyond the horizon
Wide, and full of opportunities
The Sun glitters on the surface
It spreads out infinitely

But as I put a foot inside
I feel the merciless cold engulf my body
Waves try to push me back
Yet I ascend to touch the heart
To swim to the depths of my dreams
Salt stings and blinds my eye
As air abandons my lungs
Drown

The sunrise emits an orange glow
Greets us warmly
Streaks and stripes of yellow dominate the sky
As the Sun comes out shyly from underneath the horizon
Sending rays of hope
Shining brightly, like a goal to motivate

Yet as afternoon comes
It drops its fake façade
If you try to cross the limit
If you get too close
Or even look at the bright ball
You’ll ultimately burn

A Christmas Carol

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by Harshita Das aged 12

Foreign sounds fuel the fire
To melt the grim, cold-hearted ice
Melodies float along dusty pavilions
Equating to unfathomable paradise

Brimming enthusiasm spills
For the young ones dance and sing
Silently, the elderly listen
And peace is what the music brings

All citizens sing of peace and joy
From nooks of the abandoned streets
To the corners of lavish mansions
For once, everyone sings to the same beat

Christmas

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by Harshita Das aged 12

Carols are sung, with caring words
Homes light up, wishes are heard
Rains of presents come showering down
In spite the cold, only the naughty frown
Showering light brightens the dark
Tonight, we choose to make a permanent mark
Maiming the maimed with gifts and words
As today is the day that wishes are heard
Show heaven to those who have never experienced gifts

The Best Gift

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by Harshita Das aged 12

On a snow-laid night, along a snow-filled lawn
Inside a shed, a child was born
The heavenly light lit up the gloomy shadow
Two happy hearts were bright and aglow
A god was born, with gifts adorned
And merry faces illuminated the lonely little barn
And yet, despite all the riches and gold
For Mary, only one thing thawed the cold
The warmth of her child
For a child is the best gift for a mother

Romans

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by Shola aged 9

Romans are red
Vikings are blue
Hello
We love you

Respect

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by Sahaj Sabharwal

Respect is the Desire of everybody’s mind,
But is only given to people who are kind.

Respect is given to those who deserve it,
And is not given to those who are unfit for it.

Respect is like a fuel of life,
Without which a man cannot work rife.

Respect to our elders plays an important role,
As it’s the blessing to achieve our goal.

Respect is like the bullet of a gun,
Which Travels with us in the long run.

Respect when given to all,
His reputation will never fall.

Gingerbread Houses

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by Cate aged 10

Baked in an oven
Stuck together with icing
Sprinkles and gummies
Topped with a peppermint roof
It is scrumptious and yummy.

Christmas is in December

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by Maya Parveen Hussain aged 6

Christmas is in December
What we have to remember

Put out the Christmas tree
Hang up the stockings 1,2,3

Down the chimney comes Santa
He likes cookies and milk, not Fanta

Time to make a snowman
I’m a very big fan

Reindeer’s nose is red
Hope he gets fed

Lots of food to eat
Cakes, vegetables and lots of meat.

Everyone gets together
However cold the weather

What we have to remember
Christmas is in December.

Bears Like Me

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by Finn Upton aged 9

I am a bear
A very blank bear
I can scratch
I can roar
But I never ever tear

Bears like me
Bears like you
We are very rare
Quite unlike you