christmas past 1947

when I was young

christmas was special

for a boy in a small home

that  could not afford

a big christmas

my brother and I walked

through the woods

looking for an evergreen

to cut for our tree

we finally found one

but it was spindly

few branches flowing from

its skinny trunk

we cut it and dragged

it home through the...

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The wet patch in our

hall was the snowman who failed

to reach the toilet.

from 'Christmas Poems For Children

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Poems-Children-George-Stanworth/dp/1539323463/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1479760278&sr=8-1&keywords=christmas+poems+for+children

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Mum, you are my candlelight,

my angel, and my Silent Night.

More precious than a gift of gold

who wraps me up when I am cold.

Mum, you are my Christmas Day,

my North Star, and my snow bouquet.

You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,

who I love more each Christmas time.

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Waiting For Christmas.

(Note:  I advise explaining the meaning of the word “undulate”: to move like a wave, before reading to a child.)

The cool of winter blows past my window,

The trees stand like pillared shadows,

The sun sinks early after school,

Soon it will be Christmas.

My sister and I run to the frosted bus stop,

Where iced leaves glint bronze and silver,

Then onto the bus and to...

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