By: Joanna Fuchs
Late Christmas Eve, when all was still,
And the room was dark as night,
The Christmas tree lit magically;
It was a fantastic sight!
Then from around the tree trunk came,
A strange and funny sound,
As gifts began to unwrap themselves,
And toys jumped out all around.
The music box began to play,
And in a crazy trance,
The candy canes jumped off the tree
To do a silly dance.
The big stuffed bear leaped to his feet,
To see what he could see;
He rode a shiny, bright red bike
Around the Christmas tree.
The new toy kitchen started to cook,
And before you could blink an eye,
The oven door opened, and from inside
Came a tiny pizza pie.
A squirt gun squirted everything;
It knew what it was for;
By the time that it was emptied out,
A big puddle lay on the floor.
A beautiful doll with golden hair
Was searching for a friend;
A toy soldier marched up and took her hand;
They were a perfect blend.
In the bedroom were a boy and girl,
Asleep in Christmas dreams;
The soldier saluted; the doll gave a kiss;
At least that's the way it seems.
Now everything began to tire;
The toys went back in place;
But when mother woke in the morning,
You should have seen her face.
The tree was fine; the gifts were there,
Yet mother gave a roar;
She looked at her wet shoes and yelled,
"What's this puddle on my floor?"
Joanna Fuchs
Poem Source.com
Late Christmas Eve, when all was still,
And the room was dark as night,
The Christmas tree lit magically;
It was a fantastic sight!
Then from around the tree trunk came,
A strange and funny sound,
As gifts began to unwrap themselves,
And toys jumped out all around.
The music box began to play,
And in a crazy trance,
The candy canes jumped off the tree
To do a silly dance.
The big stuffed bear leaped to his feet,
To see what he could see;
He rode a shiny, bright red bike
Around the Christmas tree.
The new toy kitchen started to cook,
And before you could blink an eye,
The oven door opened, and from inside
Came a tiny pizza pie.
A squirt gun squirted everything;
It knew what it was for;
By the time that it was emptied out,
A big puddle lay on the floor.
A beautiful doll with golden hair
Was searching for a friend;
A toy soldier marched up and took her hand;
They were a perfect blend.
In the bedroom were a boy and girl,
Asleep in Christmas dreams;
The soldier saluted; the doll gave a kiss;
At least that's the way it seems.
Now everything began to tire;
The toys went back in place;
But when mother woke in the morning,
You should have seen her face.
The tree was fine; the gifts were there,
Yet mother gave a roar;
She looked at her wet shoes and yelled,
"What's this puddle on my floor?"
Joanna Fuchs
Poem Source.com
Daily Quote: "If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room."
-- Anita Roddick
Linguist Corner-FRENCH: vite / fast
Part of speech: adverb
Example:
French: Il skie beaucoup trop vite, il risque de tomber.
English: He skis way too fast, he might fall.
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