Christmas Poems For Kids and Teenagers: 4 Hours To Christmas
It’s eight, I’m waking up late
the aroma of mummy’s fry
gives me so much joy to cry
It’s nine, admiring my gifts so fine
counting the time to display
this, I’ve been hoping since may.
It’s ten; guess who’s here; Uncle Ben
can’t wait for his Biblical stories
as the Kitchen scents with currys
It’s eleven; I wished for this hour since seven
dancing through the city square
I’m so happy Life is fair.
Hurray! It’s Christmas
and I don’t want it to pass
so thank you Jesus, for this gift of Love!
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