As the boys and girls sleep
Santa comes down the chimney
Without one peep
Some get presents
Some get coal
Coal is for those
Who never listen to what they are told
The children lay in their beds
With candy and toys
Inside their heads
The sun rises on
Christmas morning
The children awake
While their parents are still snoring
They open gifts one by one
Some got coal
So they have none
They laugh and play
All the happiness is on
Christmas Day
Cranberry sauce and turkey to eat, cranberry colored balls on my tree
Hopeful days awaiting a present surprise wrapped with love under my tree
Real bountiful table set before my family, blessings from Jesus never forgotten
Ice floating down from the heavens above, icicles glistening off the roof
Surprises from Santa, he's a fine man; children expectant of wonderful fun!
The feeling is special remembering our blessings and our savior's birth.
Merry Christmas and well wishes forever in our hearts.
A family together, savor the days time sends our lives apart soon enough
Sledding and winter fun sports give children rosy expectant faces looking for Christmas.
There was a time when flocks of ghouls
Came to my welcoming door
For candy, cakes or popcorn balls;
But goblins come no more.
My bell won’t ring this Halloween.
I’ll hear no gleeful shout
From voices yelling trick or treat.
No witch or ghost about.
Six children used to live across
This self-same street from me.
They laughed that I could never guess
Whom each disguised could be.
Only adults are living now
Where children used to play
The neighborhood has changed, its seems;
Growing older every day..
My own grandchildren used to come
To get their favorite treat.
My heart beat faster when I heard
Their little scurrying feet.
I guess they have forgotten
This once loved time in the fall.
They take my great-grandchildren
Trick or treating at the mall.
Won 4th place
The glorious Christmas music
Rings out all o'er the earth,
Proclaiming and exulting in
The precious Savior's birth.
In every language, every mode
The Christmas tale is told
And it is just as new to some
As in those days of old.
Each year our pastor takes a rest
And lets the children tell
The story of the Baby's birth.
Small voices tell it well.
The little children in their robes
Sing of the Heavenly King
As did the angels long ago
The happy tidings bring.
My flagging Christmas spirit
Has been refreshed today,
By the singing of the children in
Their little Christmas play.
By: Joyce Dec. 06