Prompt #32 “Oh Christmas tree Oh Christmas tree your decorations are history”

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This week is a picture prompt.
What can you come up with?

After Christmas I would like to schedule poems for January. Schools are on holidays and it’s a good time to have a break. If you could, please send me 3-4 poems each in the next week that could be included during this time. I have as well poems in the waiting room to use. You can send me any poems you have saved you would like to see published.

Thankyou Everyone

 

Please send in poems this week to

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Thankyou

Jeanie

And todays laugh

 

“The Gift” by Julie Cahill

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The Gift

The children took turns on Santa’s knee-
‘And what would you like?’ he asked.
The children were armed with answers;
their characters often unmasked.
‘I’d like a gun that shoots and kills,’
said a naive boy of three.
‘I’d like a doll’s house. I’ll smack my children, as my parents both smack me.’
Santa adjusted his whiskered chin;
gave thought before he answered . . .
‘Why shoot a gun? You could shoot Christmas snaps.’
Wow – what a comeback mastered.
The boy thought back, clapped his hands,
and asked for a camera from Christmas.
‘You could smack your children with loving kisses, if you receive indeed, a doll’s house.’
The girl saw red- her future daughter
with kisses all over her head.
‘I’ve changed my mind. A girl can do that.
I’d like lipsticks in Christmas red.’

“The Visit” by Pat Simmons

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The Visit

Cautiously, creeping down the stairs,

carefully avoiding the creaks,

we stop

and take each other’s hand.

At the bottom we tiptoe,

trembling,

towards the door.

Almost afraid to breathe

we slowly, gently, push it open.

Beneath the twinkling lights

sit the gifts.

‘He’s been,’ we whisper

‘He’s been.’

“Louis, the Giraffe” by Toni Newell

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Louis, the Giraffe

Louis looked down from the tree,

Which he had climbed in fear,

Looking at a little mouse,

Who appeared to be too near.

He hugged the tree with all his might,

Too frightened to climb down,

The mouse just calmly stayed there,

Not moving, making no sound.

The mouse looked up at the giraffe,

Who was clinging to this tree,

And asked, “What are you afraid of?

You’re four million times bigger than me.”

Louis moved a little higher,

Wishing the mouse would leave,

So that he could climb back down,

And his self-esteem retrieve.

The mouse got bored and scurried off,

Leaving the giraffe alone,

Louise quickly climbed down the tree,

And galloped all the way home.

Prompt#31 “The Gift”

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This weeks prompt as we head towards Christmas is gift giving.

What comes to mind when writing for children on this topic?
Have fun being creative

Smash words have bought out Christmas Tales 4.

Here is the link

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/993238

Please send in poems this week to

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Thankyou

Jeanie

And todays thought