Friday, 18 December 2015

Christmas poem

Silent night all is calm , until a palm brushes my cheek.
I wake up with a smile and who shall I meet

Saint Nicolas, jolly and round, stood before me.
My face lit up, for this incredible man I was so excited to see.

I showed him our tree alight with ball balls, tinsel and bells.
Saint Nicolas was gleaming with joy, I could tell.

Then he said “ I have to go and see all the other boys and girl around the world”.
I knew that this was the best night ever. But was this a dream or real?

1 comment:

  1. That would be amazing, meeting Santa Claus. I love the way you describe it as if it is really happening. The way you described the Christmas tree made I seem like magic (quite literally). Your writing is amazing Beth!