A POEM FROM LISA...

When I was young christamas took so long to come, nothing to worry about just time for fun, the christmas tree in the corner with its twinkling lights, I would be counting down the days and nights, Peter Pan, A christmas carol, or wizard of oz would be shown on tv, They all bring back a christmas memory for me. Time for bed on christamas eve, a carrot for rudulph and a glass of milk for santa id leave, Then it was time for me and Paul to go up to bed, mum and dad singing as we climb the stairs we nod our weary head, One year I heard bells ringing so I shut my eyes so tight, just incase santa didnt leave me any presents that night. With children of my own,I now no how stressful christmas can be, so thank you mum and dad for making those times so happy for me. Now every christmas eve when lauren and Liam go to bed, We sing as we climb the stairs we nod our weary head, and I hope they will keep those special memories, of happy christmas times just like me.

Please take the time to read this people this is a lovely poem that a new friend of mine and rregular visiter added to the poetry club and well I had to have this on the main page becasue she is the first person to place poetry in the poetry club !!!

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