Elf On The Shelf
I’m weak and tall,
Dressed in dark red and glossy white.
Easily seen but sometimes you don’t find me at all,
I get put in places big or small.
Last night as the smell of spaghetti loomed around,
I sat on l large globe tall and round.
It felt smooth with not a groove,
It was my only friend until a moved.
My days are flying by,
But Santa still says ‘Hi’
Tonight is my last night,
There better be something to my delight.
By Joy Whelan
THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS
Many people dashing around
Enjoying the magical day
Rushing to do some last minute shopping
Remembering all the previous years
Yorkshire puddings and a turkey roast shared amongst the family
Christmas crackers popping around the table
Hanging baubles glisten on the tree
Ringing bells at Christmas Eve
I can’t wait to see how happy we’ll be
Twinkling lights make spirits bright
Merry people sing Christmas carols
And January is coming near
Sending letters for Santa to read.
BY KEELEY ROCHFORD
Mrs Clause was home on a cold Christmas Night!
Mrs Clause was home on a cold Christmas Night,
She waited for her man to return from his big, long flight.
The elves served her tea and some biscuits too
Near the fire where she sat were some black, charcoal boots.
She slid them on they were a bit tight
Because they belonged to an elf named Truffles MacButterknife!
Out she went to the shop
For a turkey to put in the cooking pot
As she walked home she felt very tired
So she sang a song
To get her mind off her yawning
When she got home
She went straight to bed
And she dreamt about dinner that she would eat the next day!
By Emma McMahon
The Gingerbread Man
The ginger bread man raised up in the piping hot oven,
Ready to be eaten to those who love them.
The Christmas aroma filled the air,
While Ms Clause began to prepare,
Chocolate buttons for the eyes,
A jelly tot for the nose,
A line of white icing was purposed,
To make the gingerbread man smile like he can.
Packed away into the sleigh,
To help Santa on his way!!!!