Welcome to Christmas! Over the next week we are looking at five Christmas poems for children. I thought I would start the series with a brand new Christmas poem by ME! I hope you like it.
Read the poem out loud. Does it rhyme at all? Are there any descriptions you like? There are parts of the poem which repeat – why do you think this is? Can you pick out any SIMILES in the poem? What are your Christmas mornings like? Could you write a poem about what you do?
At This Time Of Year
I don’t know about you
but at this time of year
I’m the first to wake up
and I fall out of bed,
quiet like a snowflake,
drifting through my room
without being caught.
Then things get tricky.
I don’t know about you
but at this time of year
I tip-toe downstairs,
like a bird in the snow,
one step then another
then-two-in-one-go
without being heard.
Then things get flicky.
I don’t know about you
but at this time of year
I flick open the door,
like starting a snowman,
not too hard
and not too quick
without being seen.
Then things get picky.
I don’t know about you
but at this time of year
I push aside presents,
like clearing the snow,
looking for something
I might quietly open
without anyone knowing.
Then things get unsticky
for at this time of year
I don’t know about you
but I give it a shake
and I give it a squeeze
I give it a rattle
and I give it a roll
and open that very first gift of the day
which after shaking and squeezing
and rattling and rolling,
after everyone’s finally
and truly been woken,
I find that my present
is actually
broken.
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Illustration courtesy of, and copyright, Darren Woodcock. Follow him on Twitter.