Poem: The Christmas Box




We will put in the box:


The Pentland Hills smeared with snow,
bells ringing in the street, and
baubles reflecting a warm room.

We will put in the box:

Mum’s hugs and kisses,
the smell of custard creams cooking every morning,
 the sound of snowflakes falling.

We will put in the box:

A red and white football,
a cocker-poo puppy called Ruby,
Rudolph’s nose blazing like a winter sunrise.

We will put in the box:

A plum pudding steaming on a sledge,
an old man wearing a sparkling Christmas tree as a hat, and
a world made of chocolate.

We will put in the box:

An angel riding a donkey
Santa pulling a sledge full of reindeer, and
three camels flying towards a star.

Our box is carved from a sheet of ice.
It has doors like an advent calendar and
the first will be opened with a chocolate key.

Jack Frost will deliver it to
the children in Hospital on Christmas Day.
His car will be made of stars with the
Moon as a steering wheel.



Written by children in the Sick Kids Hospital For Christmas 2012
With thanks for the idea to Kit Wright’s ‘Magic Box’
        

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