based on a...kinda true story
although it's either a little too late or a lot too early to write about christmas, I thought I'd share some work from chrissy 2013 and a cheeky sequel from last summers adventures... pls read >>
Twas the night before Christmas when all through our home,
Not a noise was heard, not even a phone.
The sacks were out on the carpet in the lounge,
In hope that in the morning the would be full when they're found!
Lachi and I were excited in our beds,
While loads of presents ran through our heads.
Except how could anyone sleep like this, at all?
So we quietly got up and crept down the hall...
As we peaked around the hallway edge,
We stared, wide eyed, at a fat man in red.
Our cookies were gone, and our carrots too!
It had to be Santa and his reindeer crew.
So we tip toed quickly behind the couch,
And peered in a the gifts in this massive pouch.
Lachi gave me a mischievous wink,
Then guess what he did! What do you think?
He spear tackled Santa with a mighty jump,
And they hit the floor with a big loud thump.
He said us naughty kids wouldn't get goodies anymore,
So we took the rest, and kicked him out the door.
What happened then, no one will ever know,
But as years passed at our home, never again did he show.
By Phoebe Rich 2013
Twas the night before Chrissy,
When over the ocean, lake and park,
Not a creature was splashing,
Not even a shark.
Inside the caravan the stockings were hung,
With hope that to Mallacoota, Santa might come.
Lachi and I were snuggled in our blow up beds,
While gusts of wind blew passed our tents,
With no chimney to jump down and out,
We hear the zipper on the annex zipping about.
Lach poked his head out his door, so did I,
We looked at each other with that mischievous smile,
He army crawled out through a tiny hole,
And I rolled out my tent tucked in a ball.
'Last time he said he would not return.'
Lachi whispers, 'these fat men in red will never learn.'
We crept quickly round the tents and through the door,
I thought we'd caught him a second time for sure.
But when we got through the annex and up in the van,
There were prezzies in our stockings, but no fat man.
We looked out the window to see him and his slay,
and all of those reindeer dashing away.
Phoebe Rich 2015
Twas the night before Christmas when all through our home,
Not a noise was heard, not even a phone.
The sacks were out on the carpet in the lounge,
In hope that in the morning the would be full when they're found!
Lachi and I were excited in our beds,
While loads of presents ran through our heads.
Except how could anyone sleep like this, at all?
So we quietly got up and crept down the hall...
As we peaked around the hallway edge,
We stared, wide eyed, at a fat man in red.
Our cookies were gone, and our carrots too!
It had to be Santa and his reindeer crew.
So we tip toed quickly behind the couch,
And peered in a the gifts in this massive pouch.
Lachi gave me a mischievous wink,
Then guess what he did! What do you think?
He spear tackled Santa with a mighty jump,
And they hit the floor with a big loud thump.
He said us naughty kids wouldn't get goodies anymore,
So we took the rest, and kicked him out the door.
What happened then, no one will ever know,
But as years passed at our home, never again did he show.
By Phoebe Rich 2013
Twas the night before Chrissy,
When over the ocean, lake and park,
Not a creature was splashing,
Not even a shark.
Inside the caravan the stockings were hung,
With hope that to Mallacoota, Santa might come.
Lachi and I were snuggled in our blow up beds,
While gusts of wind blew passed our tents,
With no chimney to jump down and out,
We hear the zipper on the annex zipping about.
Lach poked his head out his door, so did I,
We looked at each other with that mischievous smile,
He army crawled out through a tiny hole,
And I rolled out my tent tucked in a ball.
'Last time he said he would not return.'
Lachi whispers, 'these fat men in red will never learn.'
We crept quickly round the tents and through the door,
I thought we'd caught him a second time for sure.
But when we got through the annex and up in the van,
There were prezzies in our stockings, but no fat man.
We looked out the window to see him and his slay,
and all of those reindeer dashing away.
Phoebe Rich 2015
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