this is a fictional poem i wrote:
Christmas
I sit in my room as the christmas tree glows
And I look out the window to watch as it snows.
I think of the joy that will come the next day
And the things santa will bring then fly up and away.
I lie in my bed not sleepy at all
Then i heard a crash a bang and a fall.
I look at my clock to find that its late
And i run down the stairs in hope of somthing great.
I see santa clause in his suit and his cap
I wacth him wipe off the welcome home mat.
He then sets a present under a tree
I see my name and know its for me.
I watch him fill up the last stocking
My forehead is sweating and my knees are locking.
I go to bed knowing morning is near
Axious because santa was here.
by: Isabella
Christmas
I sit in my room as the christmas tree glows
And I look out the window to watch as it snows.
I think of the joy that will come the next day
And the things santa will bring then fly up and away.
I lie in my bed not sleepy at all
Then i heard a crash a bang and a fall.
I look at my clock to find that its late
And i run down the stairs in hope of somthing great.
I see santa clause in his suit and his cap
I wacth him wipe off the welcome home mat.
He then sets a present under a tree
I see my name and know its for me.
I watch him fill up the last stocking
My forehead is sweating and my knees are locking.
I go to bed knowing morning is near
Axious because santa was here.
by: Isabella