Not everywhere around the world has been fortunate enough to experience a peaceful end to 2024 with the opportunity to look towards a better future in 2025. Einstein famously said, “Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.” So my hope for 2025 is for more understanding both of each other and our planet. But what about you?
Wherever you might be and whatever your reflections, hopes and possibilities are for this new year we’d love to hear them. Send your poems to ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com and remember if you’re attaching an image, please make sure you have permission to use the image and provide a URL for that image in order to avoid any copyright issues.
Oh dear, it’s Christmas time; How quick the year has flown; I haven’t made a pudding or a cake. The shortbread – well – I made it, But the truth is that I ate it, Okay, I couldn’t help it, I was stressed;
From thinking ‘bout the tree, How I hadn’t got it, yet, And should I buy fresh pine, or get a fake, Else go and chop one down, Or plant one in the ground, It’s hard to know, oh, how my head does ache.
Heavens! Gifts! I’d quite forgotten – Shortbread! Ha! But no; I ate them; You know, I couldn’t help it, I was stressed. And where am I to go; This Christmas, ho, hey, ho? I guess I really haven’t thought ahead.
Right! Carols by candlelight; Oh, it seems I’ve missed that night! No worries, instead… I’ll deck the halls! With trinkets; green and red and gold, Mistletoe at each threshold, It will be a wondrous sight, for all!
Except… where has all the tinsel gone?! The Christmas bling, the bonbons? There’s nothing in the décor box! Just one pair of Santa socks, And some of the nativity; What a jolly mystery!
Oh! But wait… I begin to remember… The missing bling… from last December… Got twisted, in a matted knot; Tangled round the pine and pot; Yes… I’d hid it by the vegie plot, Out of sight and clean forgot!
Oh dear… But wait! A thought has just appeared! I wonder… might it be too weird? Would it? Could it, be just fine? If I recycled last year’s pine? It’s Christmas Eve; it’s rather late, A dried arrangement… could look great…?
Australian Children’s Poetry 
