Grandma Asks

What would you like for Christmas?
My grandma asked of me.
I didn't know what to tell her,
or what my present should be.

I don't need another dolly,
I all ready have a bike.
So, I just shrugged my shoulders
and said, whatever you like.  

   If you'd like to hear me read this poem, go here:

https://soundcloud.com/joy-acey/grandma-asks-at

   

  Do you have a Christmas list?  Today, can you write a list poem about what you want for Christmas, or about the presents you are giving?  Have fun thinking.

Christmas Dolly

I am the wrapped doll

hidden under the tree

Won't you please hurry

to come and find me.

My hair is blond,

my eyes are blue.

I'm in this box

waiting for you.

I'm dressed in a ball gown 

for a party

a tiara on my head.

Will you promise

to always love me,

and take me with you

when you go to bed?

Can you tell me

what you will name me--

Robyn, Donna, Jeanne,

Linda Sue or Mamie?

Please hurry and find me.

Let us dance.  Let us twirl.

I'm looking forward to meeting

my own special girl. (or boy)

     Are you starting to feel the Christmas spirit?  I certainly am.  Today's poem is written for Linda, who suggested this poem--one written in the persona of a Christmas present, from the toy's point of view.  Today's challenge is to write a poem from the point of view of the toy.  What would a sled say?  I'm thinking the yo-yo would have quite a story to tell.  How about that drum, or even the angel on top of the tree?  Can you tell their stories?  Please share your poems.  Happy holidays

Christmas Secrets

Shhhhhhh!

Don't tell Mom

what is in the package

I've hidden under my bed.

Shhhhhhh!

Don't tell Dad

what is his gift

that I've wrapped in red.

Shhhhhh!

Don't tell my sister,

even though she's nosey,

I've slipped her present 

under my pillow

where I keep it warm and cozy.

For each family member

I've wrapped Christmas presents,

I've put them out of sight

and I don't want them

guessing the contents.

So I've hidden all their gifts 

and tucked them all away

so my family can't see them

until Christmas Day.

     The holiday season is a time of secrets.  Can you write a poem about the big secret you are keeping?

Christmas YO-YO

For Christmas I want a yo-yo

I'm sure it is the thing

that will make me happy,

with an extra bag of string.

First I'll learn the throw down

I call that Over the Falls,

soon I will be yo-yoing

in all of my school halls.

Daily I will practice

to spin Around the World

and then I'll try to Loop de Loop

with the yo-yo string unfurled.

I can throw a Sleeper

and then try to wake him up.

Next I'll learn to Walk the Dog

though it may start as a pup.

Then I'll Rock the Baby.

That would be so grand.

If I got two for Christmas,

one yo-yo for each hand.

    All of the words in italic are yo-yo tricks.  This was a fun poem to research.  I had no idea there were so many web sites to teach one how to throw a yo-yo.  I'm still working on more Christmas poems.  Do you want to try one?  I'd love to read your poem.  Have fun.