Too Many Sleeps

When Rebecca gave me the words ‘envy’ and ‘run’ I wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, especially since envy is such a negative emotion. But as December ticked along, and I kept thinking I must get the poem written before Christmas, I started wondering if these were words I could use in a festive poem. Here’s the result.

Too Many Sleeps

Run, days, run!

Stop dragging leaden feet

And scurry, hurry, flurry

To Christmas Day.

 

Hop, days, hop!

From one to next to next

Quicker, slicker, ticker

To Christmas Day.

 

Skip, days, skip!

With speed Santa would envy

Racing, pacing, chasing

To Christmas Day.

 

Glide, days, glide

Like runners on a sleigh

Dash, slash, smash

To Christmas Day.

 

Merry Christmas!

 

Poem copyright Sally Murphy 2015

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It’s Christmas

The presents are under the tree,

Mistletoe hanging above.

Mum warns ‘Be good or else’

While she cooks up the trifle we love.

There’s fake snow in every shop

Though the temperature’s rising each day.

Excitement is starting to build

‘Cos  soon it will be Christmas Day!

 

Sally Murphy, 2013