Twas the week before Christmas in our village hall,
Pictures of Santa were stuck on the wall.
There ev'ry morning the Playgroup was busy
Children excited and staff in a tizzie.

So much to finish, so much to do,
I've got a list that will tell me just who
's not made a present to take home to Dad,
If we forgot one, that would be too bad.

There's glitter on fir cones and on Mummy's card,
Spilt on the table and dropped in the yard,
And at each window, dangling on strings,
Glitter on shapes cut like bells, stars and things.

We're learning some carols and acting a play,
Sam's Dad's a farmer, he'll lend us some hay.
Casting's not easy,most want to be sheep,
Or Mary to rock our new doll to sleep.

It's nearly Christmas our work is all done.
Last day of term and the party's begun.
Games to play, food to eat, Santa may call.
Mums, take them home now- I've done with them all.

© Mo Waddington