Poems

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”

C is for Christmas the most wonderful time of all
H is for her baby boy who’s birthday is on Christmas
R is for reindeer flying through the sky
I is for ice poles dropping down a tree,
S is for Santa’s list, who’s been good or bad,
T is for tree, a sparkly shiny tree what you put in you house,
M is for Mary, a baby is born
Antlers on a reindeer
S is it course Santa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!