Twas the night with you

                                                             TWAS’ THE NIGHT WITH YOU

Green Green

Blue Blue

Twas the night with you

Purple purple

Red Red

What beauty on your head?

Santa Santa

Claus Claus

With his beard as white as snow

UP Up

And Away

HO Ho Ho

My heritage poem enjoy

Every afternoon on Christmas Eve,

My family gives gifts of Santa,

Then Christmas day is the aggervasion,

And the happiness of children,

All the toys from the elves,

And the children that dress up like them,

Every mourning is celebration of family,

And every afternoon is more family celebration,

 The presents are ripped open,

The stocking are cleaned out,

The lottery tickets are scratched,

And the kids have smiles on their faces

This is my nonsense poem

In a chewy poopy wonderland,

Where elves play and the green giant eats,

On a little zingy blue band,

With a spiky gray fork,

And on the end is a hairy York,

With a roll of yarn and,

And a special calling for people,

It is a feast for the seaqual

The clear water under the boat

The scaly fish jumping on the boat,

Wet wood dripping on the water,

Cannons firing inside the poopdeck,

Cannonballs hitting the lookout

Almost reaching shore a few miles away,

Finally shore thought we died,

On to shore now we got to survive land.

This is my this is me poem

The clear water under the boat

The scaly fish jumping on the boat,

Wet wood dripping on the water,

Cannons firing inside the poop deck,

Cannonballs hitting the lookout

Almost reaching shore a few miles away,

Finally shore thought we died,

On to shore now we got to survive land.

My arms are made of the bright red sun,

My legs are made of the clear blue sky,

My eyes are like the crystal of light,

Almost like my fingertips shining bright,

My chest is like the steel cars frame,

Oh don’t worry that’s not very lame,

My life is made of singing songs,

And sharing a game of ping pong