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Poetry from within
   

FUN AT CHRISTMAS


Christmas time approaches fast



And thoughts soon turn to snow



Children sliding down the street



With faces all a glow





Happy squeals as snowballs fly



Loud laughter fills the air



As someone falls into the snow



With not a single care





Covered white and soaking wet



The “victim” pulls a face



His snowball misses his best friend



As down the street they race





Then from a house a mother calls



To get them in for bed



They’ll lie awake and hope to see



Old Santa and his sled





But we all know the magic that



He sprinkles on bedclothes



To stop them peeking in his sack



Or seeing Rudolph’s nose





He’ll drink his sherry, eat his pie



Be home before the dawn



And celebrate with us this day



That Jesus Christ was born






Don Holmes