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Thursday, 14 December 2017

Christmas poem

Twas the Night before Christmas, when all through the night, Not a cricket made a sound and neither did a fly. Jericho and Sasuke were all tucked in bed and I was waiting for a light of rudolph and his pack of deer prancing thru the night. The stockings were hung gently round the tree waiting to be filled with santa’s gifts of glee.

Carols on repeat flying thru my mind. A sudden twinkle of light flew threw the sky and 8 reindeer came flying onto our front porch. Twaz, Lazz,wink,twink,lu,blu,ray and Rudolph all landing on our porch. With a fat man jumping out of the slay of trance.

Santa flew through the window landing on the floor with his jolly beard made of clouds and his tummy the shape of a christmas ball. His eyes twinkled like the hot yellow sun and his big jolly smile which could make this world spark. Oh I tried to keep quiet but it wasn’t just enough.

I let out a yelp and not a sound was then heard as Santa then flew out the window and landed on the slay winking at me and then flying thru the summer night. Oh it was a great big sight and then a loud big voice filled the sky with a great big, Happy Christmas to you all and to all a good night!

This week I have blogged about my poem on the night before Christmas parody just the New Zealand one.

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