Our Christmas Tree

• Pippa Findlay, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2021

Christmas tree, Christmas tree, think of all my memories.
Putting on decorations
Baubles, bells, lights and more.
It twinkles, it sparkles
The final piece is the angel
I sit right down and look at our work
It looks so beautiful and makes me proud
I put out the cookies, pour the milk.
I run upstairs and cuddle up tight with all my toys
Waking up early.
Have I been good or naughty?
Would I get coal or presents?
There were presents, more than I could count
Santa came!
Hip Hip Hooray