A Child’s View Of Christmas

I gaze out my window and what do I see?
But small little children, merry as can be.
White covers green and clouds smother blue,
And ice sticks to cars and pavements like glue.
In the morrow I will run to the Christmas tree,
And I shall express all my delight and all my glee;
As will each child in the neighbourhood,
Or at least each child who is known to be good.
The presents and snow are exciting as can be,
But they are not all, my mother tells me.
She says there is more to Christmas than what meets the eye,
It is about someone’s birthday; and Mama does not lie.
My mother told me what Christmas meant,
And she explained that all the Christmases spent
Were to mark the eve of Jesus’ birth,
To remind us all how much He is worth.
Christmas is more than I first thought,
And compared with love, presents mean nought.

Selena Drake (13)
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The Spirit Of Christmas

It’s Christmas Eve
And the air is filled with visible expectation,
The sun has set long ago,
The golden globe sinking behind a frost-covered world,
Now purple and indigo clouds roll in,
And snow threatens playfully,
Children lie, pretending to be asleep,
Enthralled by the crystal magic that surrounds them,
The world outside is a silent land
Of ice and pure white frost,
Sparkling like blue fire,
In the light of a silver crescent moon,
Inside a fire roars and chases the cold away,
And as I close my eyes,
And sink into the twilight dreamland,
I hear the giggle of sleigh bells.

Alice Baldock (13)
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