Sweet Memories

Christmas time was the best memory under the pine tree. In South Africa we do not have a snowman and reindeers, Instead we celebrated it with cookies and ginger beer. Days before Christmas we will make wreaths, Out of cinnamon cookies and sweet treats. Passing houses in the street, you will hear Bonny M Singing on the beat of the drummer boy I will stomp my feet. Baking cookies with mum, I had so much fun. Three days before Christmas Eve, we will decorate our pine tree. A star will be put on top that was always my job. On Christmas Eve we will dress up, and wait till midnight for the ticky band with a 5 cent in our hand. All dress up in black and white, They will sing O Holy Night, And under the tree we will end with Silent Night. The night won’t stop there, because presents must still be shared. You cannot wait till they call your name, Presents was a week before on your brain. I received a red, plastic dialing phone, First toy I could call my own. Christmas under the tree, Was my sweet memory. Date: 7/5/21 Contest: A 3-6-9 Sponsor: Emile Pinet