Daily Christmas Poem: Day 4, 4th December

Today's poem was inspired by 'Brussels Sprouts', suggested by Emma Susan Gemmell. Thank you!

But They're Better for Your Teeth

Last Christmas

just for a giggle

I ate a WHOLE box of Mum’s favourite chocolates

(the ones with the golden wrappers, the ones

which are just about

sprout-sized)

I kept the golden wrappers

I kept the paper cases

I kept the pretty gift box

THEN

I found a bag of sprouts

In the fridge.

It took me all Christmas Eve to wrap them.

It took until New Year's Day for Mum to forgive me.

Daily Christmas Poem: Day 3, 3rd December

Today's festive poem uses a word suggestion from Carole Bromley. Thank you!

Weird Winter Word

I’m a word you never hear in March or June

I’m a word which makes you hum a Christmas tune

I’m a word to be festively hung

I’m a word which feels odd upon your tongue

I’m not hullabaloo, or splodge, or dawdle

I’m a bauble! I’m a bauble! I’m a bauble!

Daily Christmas Poem: Day 2, 2nd December

Today's Christmas poem includes the word 'Reindeer', as suggested by pupils of Marown School, Isle of Man. Thank you!

Photo by Maria Vojtovicova on Unsplash

Dear North Pole Vet,

My reindeer has the hiccups, he’s usually so fast, but now he’s slow as custard and always ends up last. I’m training him for Christmas, to whizz across the sky, but his hiccups are so violent, we wobble when we fly. If I’m absolutely honest, I’m not sure what to say, I don’t want to upset him, but it’s dangerous this way. He’s still trying his hardest, although the ride is bumpy, and every time he hiccups, it makes him rather jumpy. He’s normally so careful, with his steady reindeer feet, but when he does a hiccup, I shoot out of my seat! These hiccups are persistent, hope they’re gone by Christmas Day, but if they’re not, I’ll have a shot at pulling my own sleigh!

Yours,

Father Christmas