Since we are still in the Christmas season here at CBR, I thought Ida's new poem would be a welcome addition:
Christmas Morning
by Ida O'Keefe
On Christmas Night
Suddenly and Swiftly
From far away
We hear the sound of bells
And then a little red light glows
Then a peek of deer comes
We say, "Here comes Santa
On his sleigh!"
The jingling of bells gets louder
We pretend to sleep
So Santa comes
When we wake up
Our stockings are filled
With candies and delicious treats
That morning was happy
And so was the following night
When we went to sleep
We had a little treat
It was a box of popcorn!
This is one of the most delightful postings on the Rhino, and perfectly aligned with the spirit of this blog. May the voice of a young poet rekindle the creativity in all of us.
ReplyDeleteWow! First post by the next generation. Very exciting!
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