Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Christmas Poem

Christmas, the time of family and gifts.
Trees wearing lights like scarves.
Stars on the top of their heads like shimmering hats.
Artificial snowmen hanging from them like earrings.

Reading Christmas stories for them to imagine movies
Of the Grinch and his journey in the snow of icing sugar.
Pohutukawa and their reaching fingers, longing to be chosen for a BBQ.
Knowing the true meaning of a warm NZ Christmas.

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