The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house

Not a creature was squealing not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung from beautiful mum .

Dad made the cookies and milk on the bench

Then we got into our lovely bed.

We waited in bed with silence we heard

A thump on the roof with loud banging footsteps.

We heard a thump in through the chimney

When dad was drinking his delicious tea.

Saint Nicole's appeared

On his face was a smear.

He was wearing red clothes like he would normally wear

He had a red hat and big dark black shoes.

His beard was as white as a pile of snow.

Then he put the presents under the tree.

He filled our stocking’s with chocolates and lollies

Then with a loud Merry Christmas he said with a smile,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good-Night!"

Today I re wrote The Night Before Christmas

and I put some of the words from the actual night before Christmas

and most of this story is In my own words that rhyme. I was surprised that my own
Night Before Christmas came out how a normal poem would come out as because
I thought I wouldn't make a poem but I did.