Christmas poem by Yasmin Giannini aged 9 years old
Up, up and away they go,
On, on through the midnight snow.
Dancing and prancing through the dark starry night,
As they carry their gifts towards sparkly moonlight.
Landing like snowflakes on the slanted rooftops,
Santa jumps out and down the chimney he pops.
Like a train through a tunnel he whizzes straight down,
And lands with his gifts on the hard coaly ground.
With glitter and tassels and gorgeous bright bows
He delivers his gifts with jolly Ho Hos!
Then like the puff of a genie he will soon disappear,
And remember young kids he’ll be back here next year.
“However there is more than all the gifts,” shouted Santa from his Sleigh,
And he added a message as he went on his way.
“Remember the babe who was born in the crib,
And a very merry Christmas to all who read The Positive!”
What presents have you asked Santa Claus for?