Christmas Poetry

– reblogged from Stevie Turner ‘s site.

Stevie suggested we share our Christmas peoems, so if you have one you would like to share, post the link in the comments and I will post it on the run up to Chrimstas.

CHRISTMAS EVE

The clock ticks on as I lie and wait,
My stocking along my bed,
I wonder if he’ll come while I’m awake,
The man with the beard dressed in red.

Out of the window I see the moon,
It’s watching me trying to sleep.
Will Father Christmas come soon?
Will he tip toe with quietened feet?

Out of the window falls the snow,
Little bits then lots and lots.
How will he see where to go?
I hope he doesn’t get lost!

Does he remember the way here?
Does he know which is my gate?
Have I been good this year?
Getting to school never late?

Can he tell if I’m still awake?
What if I see him, what if I peep?
Will he hear any noises I make?
Oh! Will I ever fall asleep!

Will I ever see the early morn?
Will it always be the night?
How I long to see the dawn,
To see my bedroom bathed in light.

I don’t remember falling asleep.
I don’t remember seeing Santa come,
Feeling something heavy at my feet,
Leaping from bed, he’s been and gone!

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Father’s Day

Open to Everybody.

Father’s Day is in June and here at Magic of Stories, we would like your ‘Dad Stories’.

For the whole of the month, we shall publish different stories about different dads.

We all have many memories about our father’s and I would like just one or two contained in up to 500-700 words. It can be anything, funny or sad things, wishful things, or just something about your dad you would really like to share.

You can include up to three photographs and also a link back to yourself, if you wish, such as a web or Facebook page.

If you are interested, send your story in an email and I’ll let you know the day yours will be featured and give you a link when it is written.

 

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