I have made little bags to put cookies inside for the children to leave out for santa on christmas eve, I wanted to attach a little poem but cant find one and Im useless at making them up can anyone help? Thanks!
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A good time is coming,
I wish it were here,
The very best time
In the whole of the year;
I’m counting each day
On my fingers and thumbs–
The weeks that must pass
Before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes
Begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp
And the branches are brown,
I’ll not mind the cold,
Though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer
When Santa Claus comes
OR
Santa Claus
He comes in the night! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of bugles and drums.
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white flakes around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he finds the home
Of each good little boy and girl.
His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.
And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is blown,
As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.
The little red stockings he silently fills,
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then Santa Claus mounts to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not a sound of a bugle or drum is heard
As he noiselessly gallops away.
He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his goodies he touches not one;
He eats the crumbs of the Christmas feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Santa Claus does all that he can;
This beautiful mission is his;
Then, children be good to the little old man,
When you find who the little man is.
Cookies For Santa Poem
Idea 1:
On Christmas I leave out cookies for Santa
I never, ever leave out a banana
I also leave out milk for him to drink
I bet he can drink it faster than a blink
Idea 2:
Flour, sugar, and chocolate chips
These cookies I make could go straight to your hips
Santa eats lots of cookies tonight
He’ll be very full by daylight
Idea 3:
Make some cookies for Santa to eat
Make them for Santa nice and sweet
Pour some milk and set it right there
Set it out for Santa with lots of care
The cookies and milk were placed near the tree
As I hid by the stairs and waited to see
How Santa came down the chimney with toys
While I quietly sat ne’er to make any noise.
My heart kept bouncing with joy and excitement
As I tried to keep myself still and very silent
But Santa just never appeared
And I dosed off as I knew I had feared.
Santa plopped thru the chimney and woke me.
As he fell with a thud by the tree
His bag hit the cat with a clunk and groan
Scaring poor Boots as he toppled the phone
Down came the cookies and milk from the table
Hissing and screeching Boots flew up the tree
Running down the stairs I tripped and I tumbled
While Santa quickly dashed up the chimney rapidly
The noise woke my mother, my sister and my father
As I ran to the window and yelling I said
Santa was here and he fell on the table
Knocking the cookies and milk and the cat
I saw him, I saw him, and boy he was fat.
Santa!
Two merry blue eyes
A very little nose
A long snowy beard
And cheeks like a rose
A round chubby man
A big bulging pack
Hurrah for Old Santa
We’re glad he’s come back!
OR
Christmas Everyday!
Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
Hope this helps, Merry Christmas
Try altering a bit of the “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” story with Santa being the mouse.
Nilla wafers for me.. or the original chocolate chip I actually hate oreos. yes be surprised. people tell me I’m unamerican for that. XP