Baby Ben’s first Christmas poem.

The Christmas lights are shining,
Ben’s face is full of awe,
he doesn’t understand yet,
what all the fuss is for.

He thinks, this wasn’t here yesterday,
and what’s that thing up top,
he doesn’t know its a fairy,
made from a kitchen mop.

What are all those boxes,
the ones under the tree?
They just keep arriving,
I hope one’s just for me!

Are those baubles edible?
they sure look nice to eat?
why am I being moaned at
this tinsel tastes a treat.

The sparkly bits get everywhere,
when you pull them off the tree,
but I think I’d better stop now,
or next year that fairy could be ME!

December 24, 2003 · Posted in Ben & Rio  
    

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