Decorating Christmas Poem by Jamie Walker

I run around the house, trailing a mile of shiny garlend,
Cats chasing me like a toy.
I laugh and cover them in tinsel.
Then run out in to the inchs of snow outside,
I jump up immeaditly

I set up the tree and then put all the little angels and toys and things on
And gasp as i see a new breed of squirrel in the middle,
Eating fake berrys and popcorn.
I laugh and hang the stockings over the couch, as we have no fireplace

And fall asleep wishing for snow to fall
Last thing to be heard before all was silent?
Hooves on the roof, now who could that be?