Opening presents

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Opening  presents

 

 

We place our gift in Grandpa’s hands,

he’s having so much fun.

He reads his card and then he stands

and hugs us, one by one.

 

He says he’s feeling very proud,

he says we’re all so dear.

and then he reads his card out loud

so everyone can hear.

 

The ribbon’s lovingly untied

then folded in his lap.

The sticky tape is slowly pried

from every paper flap.

 

And now it’s time for us to start.

We can’t wait any more.

We rip our wrappings wide apart

and drop them to the floor.

 

Our fumbling fingers tug at strings

to get to what we need.

We open up our pile of things

at record-breaking speed.

 

The day slips by, it isn’t fair!

Why must it go so fast?

I wish I had my Grandpa’s flair

for making moments last!

Jenny Erlanger

 

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Someone’s living in my Christmas tree!

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Someone’s living in my Christmas tree!

 

A monster lives in my Christmas tree;

he shakes the branches at half-past three.

The tinsel swings from side to side,

the decorations slip and slide,

Jingle-dingle!  Jingle-dingle!

Tinkly dingles intermingle.

 

Even if I stand up on a chair,

I can’t see him — but I know he’s there!

Then I gave him a monstrous cake,

and now he’s got a tummy ache.

There’s no more monster in my tree

so Santa Claus can come to me!

 

James Aitchison

Chocolate Box Planet 

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Chocolate Box Planet

 

Let’s hope this won’t come as a shock

but Earth’s not made of solid rock.

Instead it’s like those fancy chocs

you sometimes get inside a box.

 

The centre’s dense and very hot.

And hard just like a hazelnut.

It’s mostly made from iron ore.

We label it the Inner Core.

 

The Outer Core’s a liquid goo

like runny toffee soft to chew.

The iron’s melted here as well

but wouldn’t taste of caramel.

 

The Mantle is a bit bizarre.

A kind of squishy-tough nougat.

It’s sometimes liquid sometimes not.

We call it semi-solid rock.

 

And finally the chocolate coating.

Thin and crisp and kind of floating.

Made from rocky plates that thrust

some bumps upon our choccy’s Crust.

 

Although our World’s too big to eat

and wouldn’t taste much like a sweet

a nutty chocolate compares

with eating through Earth’s many layers.

 

by Celia Berrell

C is definitely for Chocolate, so I enjoyed imagining a WORLD of chocolate … especially for Christmas!

My Christmas Story

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My Christmas Story

 

I’m writing a Christmas story.

It feels like Winter snow.

I’d better get a move on;

Just six more sleeps to go.

 

I’m writing a Christmas story.

It sounds like Ho Ho Ho.

I’d better get my skates on;

Just five more sleeps to go.

 

I’m writing a Christmas story.

It smells like cookie dough.

I’d better get a roll on;

Just four more sleeps to go.

 

I’m writing a Christmas story,

But it’s not the one I know.

I’d better pull the reins in

With three more sleeps to go.

 

I’m writing a Christmas story.

It smells like fresh mango,

I’d better take it easy;

Still two more sleeps to go.

 

I’m writing a Christmas story.

It sounds like the sea’s flow,

It’s time to take a rest now;

Just one more sleep to go.

 

I’m writing a Christmas story.

It feels like Summer’s glow.

And today I’ll live that story;

A Christmas of my own.

 

By Kylie Covark

 

“Christmas Confusion” with Teacher notes

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Christmas Confusion.

Exhausted I was – one Christmas Eve,

After putting out presents for Santa – Indeed!

I sat on the sofa and ate Santa’s supper.

Instead of the milk – I had a hot cuppa.

 

I started to doze, I started to dream.

I dreamt I was flying as one of a team.

It was cold; it was freezing; my nose – it was red!

Then someone roared “Rudolf!” And I turned my head.

 

“To the top of the porch…”

“Yes I know how it goes.”

And instinctively up off the ground I arose.

Dashing here, there and yonder,

With no time to ponder.

Delivering presents all made by the elves.

 

And when the night ended,

And at last we descended;

I wearily lay down to rest on the hay.

I started to doze, I started to dream.

Then someone yelled “Dad! Where have you been?

Santa’s left presents! Mum’s set the table…

Why are you out here asleep in the stable?”

 

By: Louise McCarthy.

Teacher Notes:

Christmas is a great time of year to let the imagination go and give students tasks that are  engaging, relevant and fun.

After reading this poem ask students to write their own story of what happened when they closed their eyes on Christmas Eve. When the story is written give them a device Eg: an iPad and they can type the story into presentation software (Keynote, PowerPoint etc) and add images. These could be presented to the class. Have fun.

PS: Hang in there teachers only a week to go.

 

The Visit

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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 breath

we slowly, gently, push it open.

Beneath the twinkling lights

sit the gifts.

‘He’s been,’ we whisper

‘He’s been.’

 

Pat Simmons

(Published 2014 by Celapene Press, Short and Twisted and Thynks Publications Bards at Blidworth and Beyond Anthology of Poems)