By Kenn Nesbitt
By Linda Knaus
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Format:ebook (Digital original) $9.99 $12.99 CAD
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Laugh your way through the holiday season! Kenn Nesbitt and Linda Knaus will light up your holiday celebration with this book of cheerful Christmas poetry. Nesbitt and Knaus teamed up to create 20 charming poems capturing all the things that could go wrong during the Christmas season, including hunting for a mall parking spot on the day after Thanksgiving, Santa getting stuck in the chimney, eating unusual foods at a potluck Christmas dinner, and more.
With delightful illustrations by Mike and Carl Gordon, this collection is sure to bring extra cheer to young and old this holiday season!
We went to the mall the day after Thanksgiving
to purchase the Christmas gifts we would be giving.
My mother, my father, my sister, and I,
we all had our lists of the presents we’d buy.
We got up at dawn and went straight to the mall,
but came home without any presents at all.
For though we were there from the morning till dark,
we spent the day looking for someplace to park.
Our substitute is strange because
he looks a lot like Santa Claus.
In fact, the moment he walked in
we thought that he was Santa’s twin.
We wouldn’t think it quite so weird,
if it were just his snowy beard.
But also he has big black boots
and wears these fuzzy bright red suits.
He’s got a rather rounded gut
that’s like a bowl of you-know-what.
And when he laughs, it’s deep and low
and sounds a lot like “Ho-ho-ho!”
He asks us all if we’ve been good
and sleeping when we know we should.
He talks of reindeer, sleighs, and elves
and tells us to behave ourselves.
And when it’s time for us to go
he dashes out into the snow.
But yesterday we figured out
just what our sub is all about.
We know just why he leaves so quick,
and why he’s dressed like Old Saint Nick
in hat and coat and boots and all:
He’s working evenings at the mall.
The Third-Grade Christmas Play
My mother drops me off at school.
I shout, “Hooray! Hooray!
Today’s the day I’m starring in
the third-grade Christmas play!”
I’m all decked out like Santa Claus
and looking kind of weird.
I’m dressed in red from head to toe
with mustache, wig, and beard.
There’s rouge upon my cheeks and ears
- On Sale
- Nov 8, 2011
- Page Count
- 32 pages
- Running Press