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JOSIE'S POEMS

Christmas Story Poems
for Children


By Josie Whitehead

 

*Mickledy-Me is an invisible child - well, every child’s naughty friend who has appeared in many of my poems at the request of children in my local primary school.   The children so liked Mickledy-Me that they encouraged me to write some sequels.

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MICKLEDY-ME HELPS
SANTA CLAUS


By Josie Whitehead

Mickledy-Me Helps Santa Claus

When Mickledy-Me boarded Santa Claus’ sleigh,
There was snow all around and the sky was quite grey.
     But despite the cold weather and long night ahead
     Our invisible friend was warm, and well-fed.

Santa’s elves had given him a party, you see –
'For how nice,' they’d all said, 'to have Mickledy-Me.'
       They had turkey and stuffing, and lots of mince pies,
       And they gave him a gift as a special surprise.

Then at eight o’clock sharp Santa got up to go,
And they went to the reindeers out in the snow.
      On a sleigh that was packed with sacks full of toys
      They went up through the clouds without any noise.

The lights of the city shone far down below.
They came down on a roof all covered with snow.
     Their first port of call on this cold snowy night
     Was somewhere quite quiet with no-one in sight.

From housetop to housetop they went on their way,
But then Mickledy-Me decided to play.
     He changed all the labels, and thought how much fun
     Would be caused when the presents were all soon undone.

What on earth do you think would be said by the boys
When they found party dresses instead of their toys?

      When girls received football boots, what did they think
      When they’d all asked for dresses in silver and pink?

Then what about Gran who’d been given men’s socks -
And Granddad who found some perfume in his box?
      Dad didn’t want make-up, nor Mum a man’s watch
      And what good to a baby is a bottle of Scotch?

Well it’s lucky that Santa won’t be there to see
What things have been done by that Mickledy-Me.
      There is one thing for certain, of that I am clear:
      Our invisible friend won’t be helping next year.

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