Comes the calling of November
The thought of Christmas Eve,
And thirty days until December
Rise the Christmas Trees.
Decorations are in the homes
And all along the halls,
‘The tinsel’s out’, the mothers groan,
‘It’ll soon be on the floors!’
The relatives they come to stay
With presents all about them,
The kids are led astray
By the lollies that surround them.
Fairy lights twinkle like stars
All around the street.
My! Christmas comes so fast,
On speeding festive feet.
The big day comes for Christmas feasts
And family celebrations.
And in the snow, or in the heat,
We cheer with all the nations.
The day’s soon done
And visitors leave all in a puff.
We all sit down and mother says,
‘No more Christmas! I’ve had enough.’
By Ella Butler