That’s Christmas by Pauline Cleary

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Houses strung with sparkly lights;
Carols echoing through the night;
A star atop a special tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

Santa, stockings, secret lists;
Whispered plans and secret gifts;
Glittering lights upon the tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

Baubles, lanterns, tinsel strings;
Elves on shelves and bells that ring;
Presents ready near the tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

Giving, sharing, having fun;
Wishing peace to everyone;
Gathered together round the tree;
That’s what Christmas means to me.

image from Pixabay

Out of Luck by Jenny Erlanger

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I’ve fetched a cloth and made it damp
with silver polish goo.
I’m banking on this little lamp
to make my dreams come true.
I’ve rubbed and scrubbed. I’ve really tried.
The smell has made me dizzy.
But nothing’s stirred from deep inside.
The genie must be busy.

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Crash, Bang, Wallop by Diane Finlay

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Crash, bang, wallop
I’m starting up a band
Crash, bang, wallop
my drum stick hits the pan.

Crash, bang, wallop
it’s great to make a noise
Crash, bang, wallop
beats playing with my toys.

Crash, bang, wallop
my pan lid cymbals smash
Crash, bang, wallop
I love to yell and bash.

Crash, bang, wallop
it’s really going well
Crash, bang, wallop
this is music – can’t you tell?

Image from Pixabay

Why We Love Penguins by Celia Berrell

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What a koala wants for Christmas by James Aitchison

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Dear Santa, here’s my list

of things I want this year:

Lots and lots of juicy leaves,

growing fresh and near.

Lots and lots of happy trees,

so I’ll always have a home,

and may the trees grow nice and tall,

so I’ll have room to roam.

Please don’t let men cut them down,

And destroy our precious bush — No!

For if the forests are destroyed,

I’ve nowhere else to go.

image from Pixabay by Michaela

Christmas Star by Linda Davidson

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Looking out the window, while sipping on my chai,

I saw a shining star in the clear night sky.

And wondered, was this the star the wise men saw too,

Two thousand years ago when baby Jesus was brand new?

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Who wants to live here? by James Aitchison

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Now that’s what I call a house,
with lots of space for everyone.
Lots of stairs to run up and down,
and a room on the roof just for fun.
I could play my music really loud —
Mum and Dad wouldn’t hear it at all.
My siblings would be out of my way,
at the other end of a long, long hall.
But when it’s time for dinner,
there’s a problem I can see:
by the time I went down all that way
there’d be nothing left for me!

English stately home. Photo by Ginette Pestana

Sleep Well  by Celia Berrell

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Eight hours, eight hours of sleep is best

to keep us healthy. Give us rest.

Eight hours brings opportunities

to strengthen our immunities.

To fight off winter’s colds and ‘flu.

Protecting us from cancer too.

For young and old; both short and lanky

lack of sleep can make us cranky.

Take away that eight-hour chunk

and brains act like they’re getting drunk!

Eight hours, eight hours of sleep a day

helps keep us well, live long and play.

Image from Pixabay

Summer Fun! by Linda Davidson

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Summer has arrived and it’s hot, hot, hot!

Grab your togs and towel, I know a great spot.

To the beach we’ll go for a swim in the sea.

Playing in the waves will cool us down, you’ll see.

Let’s take the blue esky to have a picnic lunch.

I’ll pack some wraps and fruit to have a tasty munch.

We’ll lay down the checkered rug under shady trees

And eat our plums and cherries in the ocean breeze.

Then it will be time to find the ice-cream shop.

I’ll have macadamia – topped with the lot!

As our scorching summer day comes to a close

A thunder storm might cool us down and give the town a hose.

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What shall we paint today? by James Aitchison

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With watercolours or oil,

the choice is up to you.

The canvas is totally blank,

just like a day that’s new.

Perhaps you’ll draw with pencil,

or sketch with pen and ink,

why not give charcoal a go —

then sit back and see what you think.

With every single brushstroke,

with every line you draw,

you’ll create an image

that’s unmistakably yours.

Famous painter Hans Heysen’s studio at Hahndorf, South Australia. Photo by Ginette Pestana