A RHYME FOR THE TIME....

It was the night before Christmas,

When all through the house,

No one was sleeping,

Well maybe a mouse

The children were running and shouting with glee

That Santa was coming to them you see

He was bringing a sack, enormously round

And would arrive by the chimney with ne’er a sound!

Mum from the kitchen, arms dusted in flour

Called to the children and shouted the hour

Get to your beds and don't dilly dally

If Santa sees children he won't stop to tarry

He'll jump on his sleigh and call out "come deer

These are bad children we'll not stop here!"

On hearing Mum's words the children did stop

And consider her words and decided to flop

Into their beds, they fell one by one 

Covers pulled up one sucks a thumb

They looked to the end of their beds 

There they see empty stockings 

One two and three

Giggling silly they vow to stay awake

And catch Santa coming out of the grate

But slowly night deepens and eyes start to flutter

And soon little snuffles are all that they utter

And that's when the jingles and jangles of bells

Sweep through the night in a magical spell

No one is watching as down with a swoosh

Santa appear, shaking his tush

He walks to the beds and smiles at each one

Look’s on his list , sent by their mum

Jimmy wants lego, Albie a sword

Both want some sweets and a tape to record

Sweet Mary the baby, sucking her thumb

Smiles in her sleep, the sheets round her bum

Santa with gentle tears in his eyes

Covers her up his heart filled with pride

Their innocent slumber is all that he seeks

The joy in their hearts and their rosy red cheeks

Turning he fills the stockings to the brim,

Then picks up his sack and straightens his chin

Then with a rumble, he's gone in a flash

And the reindeer are off again in a dash

And up in the sky filled with bright stars, a man dressed in red

Is eating a mars!

By Dee Owen