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My Christmas Celebration
This is a poem that I wrote for Christmas last year, describing my Christmas celebration. |
| The cool winters' wind Softly blows outside. It's Christmas Eve And we go for a ride. Meme and Papa We'll go to first, Then read the story of Jesus' birth. We have Christmas dinner then gather 'round the tree "Who's first?" they'll ask. All together "Oh me!!" After gifts are all open Jonathan gets his guitar. We sing songs about wise men who followed a star. Wake up the next morning and it's Christmas Day. We run and grab stockings from right where they lay. A few hours later Nanny and Papa arrive. Our cousins come next, So far they did drive. Before opening gifts Nanny has a book to read, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, that's tradition to me. But, through all the gifts and the lights hung up high. Let's never forget the true reason why. We celebrate Christmas because our Savior was born and without Jesus Christ Chrismas would be no more. |