Saturday, December 24, 2016

The Christmas Visitor

The Christmas Visitor

It’s Christmas Eve, the ground is white.
I find it hard to sleep tonight.
Impatiently, I wait to see,
What Santa Claus will bring to me. 

I'm so excited, I can't sleep.
I go downstairs to sneak a peek.
What‘s that standing by the tree?
It’s light’s so bright, I cannot see.

 

I am picked up in gentle arms,
Placed back in bed away from harm.
Now, I settle down to sleep,
And pray the lord my soul to keep.
            

While I am drifting into slumber,            I cannot help but to wonder,
Was Santa standing by the tree,
Or Jesus come to visit me?


Monday, December 5, 2016

The Christmas Tree Mystery


The Christmas Tree Mystery?
By Cathy Collar
 
The kitten snuck under the tree.
What, oh what, did the kitten see?
A silver ball shiny and bright,
Sparkling in the Christmas lights.

She gave it a wee small bat.
She watched it sway this way and that.
She sat and watched it till it stopped.
Then cocked her head and thought a thought.

She looked up into the tree.
And many sparkling balls did see.
She squatted low, looked all around.
Not a soul was to be found.

The coast was clear, branch one, two, three.
“Bright balls swirling just for me!”
Branch four, branch five, “Oh mercy me,
I'm at the top of the tree!”

But then the tree began to sway.
The tree branch sort of gave way.
She sunk her claws into the trunk,
As the tree fell with a ker-thump.

She found her feet and with a hiss,
Looked all around for who did this.
Who had cut down the Christmas Tree?
This was as bad as bad could be.

Footsteps running down the hall.
She heard them right before the fall.
She peeked from underneath the tree.
“Why are they all looking at me?”