Treasure Island

StaceyLeigh Olner

(9/2/1992 / burton-upon-trent)

Christmas brings...


Christmas is a time to be happy,
A Time to be grateful,
And a time of giving and loving,

Christmas is a time to celebrate,
And a reminder that a new baby boy,
called jesus was born on this day,

At christmas you get carol singers,
And if your lucky you may get snow,
And if your a good girl or boy,
Then santa will bring you presants.

At christmas you get red robins,
chirping away merrily.

At christmas it is a time to gather together,
and appriciate what you have got,
and wish people a MERRY CHRISTMAS.

i wrote this as i wanted to do some Christmas poems.

Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2007
Edited: Sunday, September 23, 2012

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  • Scott Austin (11/30/2007 5:50:00 AM)

    This is a another cute write and a wonderful read, Merry Christmas to you and yours.

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