Up and down the Christmas tree
The decorations go...
Curling under cotton wool and humming
tunes only James recognizes is golden...
Deck the halls
I hear Santa Claus...
Here's a poem
Written from my heart...
I take my warm soft covers off
flip cold toes into my purple slippers...
I wake up very early, every Christmas morn.,
To go under the tree, and have wrapping paper...
I wrote this poem over the Christmas period...
It's the holiday season, once again
Time for; family, presents, and friends...
Christmas.
Joyful singing...
On Christmas eve i stay up late
in my bed with cookies i may wait...
Christmas time is for games and fun,
For making cakes, and the odd bun...
Remember
Remember the 25th of December...