Janice Walkden


The Snowman Secret - Poem by Janice Walkden

Christmas has a secret, once told to me by an elf
who wasn’t much good at keeping secrets
- he couldn’t keep it to himself

On Christmas Eve every year, or so the story goes
the air is filled with an icy calm and Jack Frost bites your nose
There’s a magic in the air as every snowman and his wife
twitches their carrot noses and merrily springs to life

First there is the greeting as each snowman says ‘hello.’
With their brothers and their sisters, they form a circle in the snow

Swaying in the moonlight, singing carols too
every snowman loves Christmas, just like me and you
the snowmen lift their hats then they glide across the snow
dancing round in circles, swaying to and frow

The stars are shining brightly, they twinkle in the sky
all the snowmen zoom into the air - who needs wings to fly?
not the snowmen thats for sure, Christmas magic is the key
for one night only on Christmas eve the Snowmen will be free

Free to fly all over the world, visiting all their friends
as each and every snowman, hopes the magic never ends
but before too long a new day is dawning
and alas its Christmas morning
the icicles melt right through to the core
what’s left of the snowmen’s in a pile on the floor
snowmans hat and his carrot nose, buttons made of coal
the only snowmen still ‘alive’ are the ones left in the North Pole!


Comments about The Snowman Secret by Janice Walkden

  • (4/24/2006 9:19:00 AM)


    A lovely insight into the life of a snowman my grandchildren will delight in this one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, April 24, 2006


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