 On the ground there's frost and snow From the North the wind does blow. Not a bird comes in sight; Morning is as dark as night. We put extra blankets on our bed And wrap scarves around our head. The Crib is renewed with crispy hay. And Christmas presents are hidden away. When Christmas comes, Oh what a noise. Squeals of laughter from girls and boys. The Christmas pudding goes up in flames. Not only children play party games. Andrew Philip 3By |
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