Aiden Hansen, kindegarten
Ammar Ahmad
The Holiday Season
Anna Callender
The holiday season.
It's finally here.
It smells like a feast.
All the family’s near.
They might have come
From far away.
But for a few days,
They're here to stay
They talk for hours.
With no hesitation.
Everyone brings something
To make conversation.
The table
Filled with food.
It puts everyone
In a good mood.
You can feel the breeze.
As you step outside.
Go get your hat.
So you can go to the slide.
The family's voices.
Memories you hear.
Bring so much fun.
Can't wait for next year!
Celebrating the Holidays
Arin Nandurdikar
The holidays are here.
All over the world
different countries are celebrating.
And in many diverse ways people celebrate.
And I will celebrate in my family's way.
My family is waiting to feast.
My grandma is setting up the table.
The thick bratwurst baking in the oven
Smells delicious and makes everyone hungry.
Throughout the house people are
running to the kitchen.
The stomping of feet
against the floor
is making the dogs
bark in excitement and
the glasses are rattling.
Before we eat,
each of my cousins
will be holding my hands.
Prayers of gratitude
and appreciation
are being said
around the dining table.
My cousins and I will be playing games
and ripping open gifts after dinner.
The wrapping paper is like
confetti flying everywhere.
And smiles will make everyone happy.
We will be celebrating
in our own diverse ways
which makes it feel
more special.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Winter to Spring
Ashmith Meka
The cool winter breeze
Crashing into my face,
And The snow crunching
Under my feet,
Felt good.
Kids outside are playing,
Leaves are falling
Its winter,
It's time to enjoy it.
Snowman’s everywhere,
Snow balls flying through the air,
Crashing everywhere...
Hitting each other.
The breeze crashing
On my face
Is starting to
Turn warm.
Now Spring is coming
The leaves are
Starting to grow.
The snow is starting
To drip away…
Here comes spring.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Best Christmas Present Ever
Daniel Bertrand
The best Christmas present
that I could ever think of
or have isn’t a bicycle.
It isn’t a toy.
It isn’t any kind
of game either,
It isn’t some sort
of equipment,
It isn’t an actual
solid thing.
Some people aren’t able
to have it
and enjoy it.
And some people take it
for granted.
Some people may not even
like it somehow.
But all and all,
the best Christmas present
is spending time
with family and friends
during the holidays.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Christmas Parade
Ella Shelley
I sit shivering on the curb,
Warming my chilly hands,
Rubbing them together,
It feels slightly better.
I hear the beat of drums
And feel my excitement grow.
“The parade is starting!”
I whisper to my sister.
First comes the marching band,
Wearing furry hats.
Then come the girl scouts,
Flinging candy left and right.
After that there’s the dancers,
Whirling on their toes.
A cool Chinese dragon
Weaving through the streets.
Act after act
Spreading joy and laughter.
When the dancing suddenly slows
And the band changes the tune
It’s the highlight of the show!
Santa Claus, in his big red sleigh
Waving very merrily.
Suddenly someone gasps,
And points up at the sky.
Snow!
It’s snowing!
Everyone explodes with cheers
And I grin,
Knowing it will be a very special Christmas.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tree
Geeth Dewangan
A tightly
wrapped Christmas tree
sways back and forth from the whistling wind.
Beneath it,
stood three little grins.
They had all picked a present,
Clueless to their withholdings.
Behold!
Christmas had brought them great fortune.
A bike, Mike and Ikes, and a dreamlike dollhouse.
Unbeknownst to them, the toys represent something much
overlooked.
Transportation, food, and shelter.
While admiring his new bike, the little boy spots his sister
staring intently at the
intricate dollhouse.
He shares
his bike
with her,
while asking the other sister to
do the same with the house.
They all share the presents with joy.
They are seeing the delight of family.
Perplexing, what a simple old tree can do.
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CLOCKS
By Henry johns
Clocks tick every
second of
every minute
of every day.
Clocks get you to school or work
on time in
your everyday life.
Every day in school I like to wait
till lunch,recess and specials.
I look at the clock all day.