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

A Koala Christmas by James Aitchison

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What do koalas do

when it’s Christmas Day?

They sleep and sleep,

the koala way.

They don’t have tinsel

in their tree;

they don’t eat goodies

like you and me.

They feast on leaves

so juicy green,

the finest ones

that Mum has seen.

And when the day 

at last is done,

baby koala has had

such fun.

Mum and baby koala. Photo: Ginette Pestana

Heavenly Jingle Bells by Celia Berrell

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Horses trotting happily while
pulling on a cutter sleigh
was quite a common sight to see
in winter’s north-west USA.

This was the eighteen-fifties, when
Pierpont made his catchy song.
Created for Thanksgiving, then
it stayed ‘til Christmas came along.

New gramophone technology
soon spread this song across the seas.
Now JINGLE BELLS stars frequently
in winter-time festivities.

Two astronauts on Gemini Six,
December nineteen-sixty-five,
with sleigh bells and harmonica
performed this song in space – yes LIVE!

https://www.britannica.com/one-good-fact/what-was-the-first-song-played-in-space

Father Christmas Lost His Whiskers by Graham Seal

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Father Christmas lost his whiskers, 

riding in his sleigh. 

He went too fast and then a blast 

of wind blew them away. 

Father Christmas found his whiskers 

a long way away. 

Stuck them on and sped along 

in time for Christmas Day 

Hey! 

Inspired by playground rhymes

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)