Aarna Agarwal, Class 3, Kunskapskolan International School, Gurugram
Its the night before eve Without my present from the chimney I won’t leave Saint Nicholas is sure to come Without my present my job won’t be done I’m wondering what my present will be I can’t wait to open it and see I wait and wait until midnight I’m hoping to see a Christmas sight While waiting I read a book Every once In a while outside I take a look Wishing Saint Nicholas will come quick Hoping he is not sick Little did I know he forgot my gift From the North Pole he didn’t even lift On his map he saw a place Where he didn’t go which is why a look of terror fell on his face He flew back to the North Pole Hoping to light a fire so he needed coal Over there he saw one last present Lying under the moo shape cresent To my house he flew He did not wait in the traffic cue Then saint Nicholas went down the chimney Without using a door key Seeing saint Nicholas I was so shocked Then I told him the doors were locked He got to work straight away Seeing saint Nicholas I knew it was the best Christmas day After a while his work was done Then he said to the North Pole I have to return He grew smaller and smaller And I grew sleepier and sleepier The next day I thought it was a dream No I told myself and secretly ate ice-cream