What does it do,
Its happiness is spread,
Near the new year of time,
This is holiday isn’t dread,
We honor this day,
For giving is there,
Whatever goes on,
It is where
Christmas is
What this gets call,
Not presents you receive,
Better than all.
The ones you hand out,
Show friendship from heart,
You’ll shine, be more joyful,
For this is the start!
Christmas Poem
What is this holiday?
Ti is called Christmas,
What happens that way?
We celebrate!
Christmas Story
One upon a time, a young girl named Isabella lived in an old wooden house. On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus gave her a Christmas Tree with a present under it. In the present was all she wished for: a candy cane, 3 silver bells, a bough of holly, and 10 ornaments. On Christmas day, she opened it. “How wonderful!” she cried. mother said, ” I gave it to you.” Thank you, thank you!” Isabella shouted. Father said, “It was all from Santa.” Isabella was confused, but she believed her dad. She made experiments, and soon, she found out that she was correct! She teased Mother, “You weren’t right! You weren’t right!”