by Anton Wills-Eve
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ebb-and-flow/”>Ebb and Flow</a>
the prompt asks me to imagine I am blogging in three years time.
It’s Christmas Eve again so, as every year, my post comes in the form of a Christmas poem for you all.
It’s Christmas ! It’s Christmas with snow on the ground
We’ve a fire and a tree and streamers all round.
Our house looks so lovely by candlelight
We’re all very excited – it’s Christmas night.
There’ll be presents, surprises and all sorts of treats,
Mince pies, Christmas pudding, our favourite sweets.
But we must write to Santa and send him our list;
If we don’t do it quickly our house may be missed.
We’ve asked for a doll and soft toys galore,
And a big wooden horse that rocks on the floor.
Some soldiers, a football and all kinds of games;
A tiger, an elephant – we’ll have fun with their names.
Some story books, paints, real golden rings,
Puzzles, a Teddy – Oh so many nice things.
They say Santa has got such a wonderful store
There’s nothing at all that you can’t ask him for.
We’re tucked up in bed rubbing sleep from our eyes
Hoping Santa will bring us a REAL surprise:
Something to show just what Christmas can be,
A present for everyone – not just you and me.
We’ve hung up our stockings, the family’s asleep,
But hush! Someone’s coming – we’d better not peep.
Let’s dive down in bed for a few moments more
So we won’t see a thing as he comes through the door.
When we open our eyes again – oh! what a sight!
The room is all filled with a wondrous bright light.
On our tree, near the crib, there’s a shining white dove
And like the first Christmas star, it’s bringing us love.
Now we always have stars and a dove on our tree
So we and our friends and relations can see,
How each year our festivities remind us again
That Christmas brings peace and goodwill to all men!