CHRISTMAS

Christmas Eve is here

Santa Claus will soon be near

The snow is beating down and down.

On our cold and wintry town

Everybody’s in their beds,

With their little sleepy heads.

Waiting with joy for Christmas Day.

When they can scream, "Hip! Hip! Hooray!"

Christmas day has come

And everybody’s having fun

Playing with their toys

All the little girls and boys.

Choirs singing at the door

Singing carols evermore.

I love Christmas every year

Full of happiness and cheer.

By Michelle Downes

CHRISTMAS EVE

Christmas Eve is here

Santa Claus is very near

Advent wreath upon the door

Lots of baubles more and more

Finishing touches to the Christmas tree

Everyone smiling happily.

Time for bed one and all

I can’t wait for that merry call

When mum and dad are wide awake

We leap down the stairs and make the house shake

That means that we are allowed to see

What Santa has left for us under the tree.

Toys stacked mountain high

Reaching up into the sky

Playing with our toys all day long

Choristers singing a Christmas song

Christmas cards sitting on the window ledge

As if they’re about to fall over the edge.

By Lucy Mullarkey

CLUMSY CLAUS

It's Christmas Eve, I'm lying in bed,

I can't sleep because I've got a sore head.

Tap, tap, tap on the window goes the snow,

Outside on the ground lying below.

Clatter, clatter, clatter outside goes the bin,

I wish it would stop it's making such a din.

Ouch, ouch how sore is my head,

It's even as bad when I lie down in bed.

Silence! The noise has just vanished,

As if my thoughts had it banished.

My head is sore no more,

At the end of my bed . . . presents galore!

By Declan Mc Garry

CHRISTMAS

Christmas Day , what a wonderful day

Children and parents are happy and gay

Santa’s up from his sleep getting ready for his journey

I hope he gives something really good to my deserved mummy , Bernie.

I asked in my note for CD’s and games

I certainly hope that he doesn’t meet Mr. Rain.

Because Mr. Rain will hold him back

And soak all the presents in his sack

If Santa gets past Mr. Rain

We know that we’ll see him again

And when we hear footsteps on the roof,

That’s Santa coming down the chimney, ‘POOF!’

By David Lynch

THE PLANE CRASH

It was a stormy day on December 23rd as I made my way to the airport. I could feel my cheeks go pink after every gust of wind. Just then I saw a small twinkle of white in the dark sky. I was glad I wore my thick coat.

When I reached the airport to catch my plane to New York. I felt a sudden flash of excitement run through me. I shopped around and found a nice warm scarf, hat and gloves. I then sat down to a hot cup of coffee which steamed when I blew on it.

A voice echoed through the airport saying, "Everyone travelling to New York please go to gate four." I and about 30 others made our way to the departure area, most of us laden down with Christmas presents.

When I reached the gate I saw it was dull and bare. These colours drained my excitement and I gloomily sat for half an hour.

When we were called I gave up my ticket and walked down the velvet corridor. I then reached a round curved door and walked through it. A young man showed me to my seat. I lifted up my toothpaste, blanket and socks and sat them on my lap.

After half an hour of boarding I fastened my seatbelt and watched the snow fall as we sped down the runway. Within a few moments we were above the clouds.

I and the people beside me had just drifted off to sleep when I was wakened by a huge BANG! In a few seconds I heard the pilot's voice saying, "Everyone please stay calm and put on your seat belt as well as your life jacket."

We plummeted 3000 feet. Then with a thud we hit the freezing Atlantic Ocean. I unhooked myself and scrambled to the emergency door. The snow was falling heavily now and I saw the first sign of an iceberg. I knew, and so did everyone else, that we would die in an hour or so. Then a helicopter came in one second, as if by magic. I don't know how it fitted us all in but we all got in.

The next day I got out of hospital in New York and to my surprise I learned that no one had been killed. I thought, "Thank you Santa!" He had given me the best present of all . . . to enjoy Christmas.

By Niamh McConnell

CHRISTMAS WREATH

C is for chiming bells in the church

H is for happiness on Christmas Day

R is for rain pattering on the window pane

I is for ice shining on the grass

S is for Santa climbing down the chimney

T is for toys lying over the floor

M is for money hiding in the pudding

A is for the Advent Wreath hanging on the door

S is for stockings filled to the brim with surprises.

W is for wrapping scattered on the floor

R is for carolers rapping at the door

E is for eating Christmas Dinner

A is for the Advent Calendar filled with chocolates

T is for tinsel decorating the Christmas Tree

H is for honey spread on the ham

By Christina Jordan

CHRISTMAS NIGHT

Candles flicker in the breeze

While the water outside begins to freeze

Children sing different Christmas rhymes

Waiting for santa’s jolly chimes

Then that night while the Christmas lights glow

The red guy flies over the roof so low

He hovers up there above the roof

Then down the chimney he goes, "Poof!"

He sets the presents in neat little packs

All of them piled up in intriguing stacks

Then up the chimney he goes again

Back to his large, white, snowy den.

By Chris McCaul

THE BEST CHRISTMAS

My mum finished off the Christmas tree

Although it’s late at night

She’s just hung up my stocking

Which will soon be filled with sweets

I look out of the window to see the snow falling from the sky

I have to go to bed now

I cannot get to sleep

I’m counting the stars now

1,2,3 Z Z Z z z z

Even though it’s 3 a.m.

I’m going to wake my mum

To see what I have got because Christmas Day has begun

I got some clothes, CD’s as well

I’m playing with my toys

The music’s on behind me blasting very loud

What A Christmas I have had

Better than any of the past Christmas years.

By Louise McCorry

CHRISTMAS TIME

Christmas time is here

Its time for us to cheer

While we drink our juice

The grown ups gets the beer

I hate getting up in the mornings

And leaving a nice cosy bed

So I slide down under the blankets

And pull them over my head

But Christmas morning is different

And I jump up full of glee,

For I know downstairs in the living room

My presents are waiting for me

By Paul Williamson

CHRISTMAS NIGHT

I left a Fanta out for Santa

Late on Christmas Eve.

I wanted to wait but it got late

Late one Christmas Eve.

When I began to doze

I started to dream about ice cream

And my toes nearly froze

Late one Christmas eve.

I woke up at four

And fell on the floor

And heard some snoring

But it most have been my dad

Late one Christmas Eve.

By Eamon Mc Garry

CHRISTMAS POEM

Keith took my Advent wreath.

Because I threw a stone and broke his bone.

Because he ate my mince pies then told lies.

On Christmas Eve I had to leave.

Santa’s fry and a mince pie.

Santa ate it all without a stall.

On Christmas morning I was yawning.

I woke to see my stocking full to the brim.

So full that the light was dim.

I had lots of presents.

I said my prayer and ate my pheasants.

I was so full, I bumped my head and had to go to bed.

By Liam Mervyn

CHRISTMAS

I could’t wait till Christmas Day

The little baby on the hay

The tinsel and the stars on the Christmas tree

All so beautiful to see

Candles lit upon the tables

And all the presents marked with labels

Soft, white snow lying on the ground

And all the snowmen which are round

Decorations all round houses

And children singing in loud voices

Now it is late and time to sleep

And there is a promise that you should keep

Never get up early in the morning

Just pretend to keep on snoring

By Peter O’Donnell

CHRISTMAS RIDDLES

Something hanging in the air

Green and white and very rare

Showing love and tender care

Only two are standing there.

Something shiny and very bright

Fixed above at a great height

Giving off lots of light

Showing were Jesus was born in the night

By Mark Mulholland (Answers: Mistletoe, Christmas Star)

THE CHRISTMAS ELF

It was Christmas eve and I was looking out the window for Santa. All my brothers and sisters were in bed. I had been waiting three hours already. It was one o’ clock in the morning.

I didn’t believe in Santa so I thought it was a waste of time. I turned round to go to bed, but just then I heard a thud on the roof! I went outside to see what had caused the noise. There was a sledge and reindeers on the roof. I was so stunned that my legs felt like jelly. I managed to move one foot. The snow crunched beneath it. It was loud. Too loud. An elf heard me and spun round. The little elf wasn’t even a metre tall. He had big, pointed ears and a long nose. He was wearing a Christmas hat and pointed shoes.

He lost his balance and fell off the roof. I tried to catch him but he was too far away. He fell through the air and hit the ground. He screamed out in pain and clutched his arm. Santa Claus heard the scream and turned round. He saw his helper lying on the ground screaming. He grabbed him and took him to to the sledge. He put the elf in the back seat. He told me that I would have to take the elf’s place. I said," What if my family realise I am gone?" He said that I would be back in a tick. He called Rudolf down off the roof and he came immediately to his side. He jumped in the front seat of the sledge. He told me to get in the back so I got into the back beside the injured elf. In the middle seat there were three more elves. They were called David, Chris and Bernard. Santa said to stay away from Bernard because he was the bad elf who always causes trouble.

Santa said "Mush" to Rudolf. He galloped away into the night sky. Our first stop was the hospital. Santa parked on the grass and carried the elf into the emergency room. He came back and got into the sledge. He said that the nurse had said that the elf called Airman had broken his arm.

We flew into the night sky once again. I saw all the elves dropping presents down the chimneys. Santa told Bernard to show me how to see what present was what and to show me what chimney to put the presents down. The bad elf gave me the presents and told me the wrong chimneys to put the presents down. Later on Santa realised that someone had put all the presents down the wrong chimneys, so he used magic to get them all back into the right place but two. So I had to put it right. I went down the chimney and was about to switch them around when I heard a noise. I quickly switched them around and as soon as I went up the chimney a girl appeared in the room. Later on at the hospital the elf came out and got into the sledge . He looked as good as new. Santa left me home. At seven o’ clock I was up and at my presents. It was the best Christmas ever.

By Eamonn McGovern

ONE CHRISTMAS EVE

All day I was putting up that holly berry

I could not hide the excitement from my face so merry.

And under that great monstrous tree

There were colourful presents to see

There I set those delicious pies

Then up to bed to shut my eyes.

I could not sleep for I could not bear

The anticipation in the air.

Down came the snow

And the winter wind did blow.

I tried my best to stay awake

But I drifted away like a cascading snow flake.

I woke up, the room was full

And I ran round like a deranged bull.

There the stars were sparkling

I saw SANTA! It was quite startling.

I was very happy with all my gifts

While outside the snow came down in drifts.

Into the white, arctic garden I ran

To make a magnificent, giant snowman.

By Brendan Connor

THE CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE

Hi I’m Shane. I am quite small but I’m very smart {so people say} and here is the adventure I embarked upon.

My mummy and me went to a shopping centre to see Santa. I was next and I parked my posterior on his knee. Santa asked, "Were you a good boy?"

"Yep" I replied.

"Then," he declared, "It’s a bag of ashes for you and every good child on earth. Ha, Ha, Ha!" he cackled. Then his sleigh rose into the air and his Santa magic made the wall vanish in front of the sleigh and then he mounted his round, portly body onto his sleigh. Then, courageously, I threw myself onto the sledge. I watched the horrified faces of the crowd as I got whisked away in the wink of an eye.

Soaring over the artic ocean I watched the glaciers and choppy waters zoom past. There was a deadly gale which knocked ash in my eye. "Owch!" I stood up and accidentally stumbled off the edge. "Aaaah!" I screamed, as I plummeted to the freezing cold water.

Swish! A huge wavegrabbed me with its cold, liquidized hand and slammed me into the subzero waters of the North Pole. I drifetd across the ocean. The harsh, cold waters stung my face and I was freezing to death. Splash! Splash! "Oh no!" I shrieked, "There’s a monster coming after me!" I swam for my life as the creature surfaced. I saw its hideous, black and white forehead rise from the misty waters.

"Hi!" it said. "My name’s Connor and I’m a penguin!"

"I’m Shane," I said, shakily.

"Well, do ya want a lift?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Right then," he said, "Jump on!"

"Weeeeeeee . . ." I screamed, as he sped across the dismal waters.

In no time we were on the coast of the North Pole. I was ready to face Santa, but I still had a long way to go. The good news was that Connor was determined to come with me.

We trekked on for about half a mile until we saw a reindeer tied up in ropes and manacles. "Huh?" I cried "Who would do this?"

"Eeeeeeh!" A pixie jumped out of a show drift and then even more jumped out. They bit me with their major sharp teeth on my ankle.

"Owch!" I yelled and swung my leg and the pixie went flying. "Connor!" I shouted frantically. "Untie the reindeer!"

"OK!" he replied. Connor freed the reindeer and it bucked into action.

"Jump on!" it said, so me and Connor jumped onto its back and it flew across the meadow of white.

Hours later we landed at Santa’s perimeter fence. "I didn’t introduce myself", said the reindeer, "The name’s Rodney."

"I’m Shane and this is Connor."

"Hi!" we both said.

"Now" I said "here’s the plan. Connor you distract the pixies and me and Rodney will free the real Santa and take care of the imposter, Mr. Evil. Right are you all in?" I shouted.

"Yes!" they both replied.

"ABO, ABO, ABO, ABO,ABO! " Connor screeched at the top of his lungs.

"Nrrr get him!" shouted the mad pixies.

"Ahhh!" Connor ran as fast as his flippers could carry him. Rodney and I searched for Santa and his comrades and luckily we found them in the reindeers’ shed.

"Rodney untie them and I will take care of the evil Santa," I commanded. I made my way to the S pad.

"Well, well, well!" said Mr. Evil. " Here’s our little stowaway . . ."

"Prepare to be snowed in!" I said heroically before he finished his sentence.

Mr. Evil threw presents at me before I released my arsenal. I dodged as many as I could and threw snowballs into his mouth and he ate them. He was running out of presents and I was running out of snowballs. I threw my last snowball and he ate it. "Uh,Oh!" he screamed as he exploded.

"Thanks Shane," said the real Santa, "You do know its time to go!"

"OK!" I sighed.

Click, click, clap! The next thing I knew I was lying in my bed, wide awake. "Mummy," I said, "I had the strangest dream!"

"Well that’s OK," she said, "Ni night."

"Ni night," I replied.

Before I fell asleep I saw Santa and Connor gliding across the night sky and waving while they passed. Then I drifted over.

By Shane O’Neill