Christmas is
for happy living.
The world is white
like a snow flake.
It tastes like
grandmother’s chocolate.
It feels like
a fuzzy pyjama.
It smells like
a fireplace.
Christmas is in town.
Mysteries, lies,
whispers and rumours.
These are the bad.
Love, truth, freedom
and encouragement.
These are the good.
Roses.
Red, white, pink.
No matter what color, they cannot match my love.
Violets.
Purple, blue, indigo.
No matter how deep, they cannot match my sorrow.
Then those flowers wilt,
leaving me free and careless.
Most creativeness, washed away
by the unrelenting cruelness of reality.
Re-sparked by good schools
and encouraging people.
That is what life seems to revolve around.
The gentle breeze makes the flags fly from above
and the sunrise sky that I love
Plants will wake up
and grow up with glee
as also will the dancing tree
Quiet cars go along the road
and in the pond, frogs croak to toads
This is a beautiful day that I would bet
That this is the day I shall never forget
There was a guy
Following me all around
I didn’t even know him
But still he followed my every step and sound
He hid away while tracing me
Just like a spy would do
A spy following ME?
Was this really true?
I was about to call the police
When he pounced on me
Oh! It was my dog Buzo
He was trying to find me!
the Palace Pier
is awfully near
the booster has a bright light
that can sometimes give old people quite a fright
on the pier there’s a legendary log flume
when it hits the water it gives off a loud BOOM!!!
the roller coaster goes by the name of Turbo
it goes round a loop-the-loop just like so!
the best food on the pier is a burger in a bun
my dad always buys one for his favourite son!
Hole is a house of a mole or mouse
And our home is a hut or house
A burrow is a house for a rabbit
And storing carrots in its burrow is its habit
A house is a shelter for all living things
Nests for birds and castles for kings
A strong house is built with bricks
While a weak house with straws or sticks
We need a house to live in
And shelter is what they give
In protection from the sun, the cold and the rain
A proper house should have a proper drain
And it should have a roof and windowpanes
Fresh air coming through it will relieve us from pain
And a door, of course
A roof should be above
But what the house needs most of all
Is love
You need fingers to reach the plugs
Not the tree’s own
For if he did that he would smash things
Including the glass gnomes!
If the tree does not have any help
He would need a voice to yelp.
The angels sing on their string
And birds sing their happy words.
If he had no star
We would need to get one from afar.
Golden apples, oranges and pears
Hang above the Christmas bears.
One pear jumped off the tree
And wanted to sit beside me
Doing my advent calendar, happily.
Baubles are the greatest of all
They look beautiful and colourful.
Red, orange, blue and green
Are the best to be seen.
I love the glass crocodile
We will try to keep him for a while.
The snowman asks, “Where is the snow?”
“It’s coming,” says Santa, “Ho ho ho.”
When you come home from school
Remember to press the switch on the wall
To see the lights nice and bright
Shining out until midnight.