The 6th graders have been learning about different forms of poetry. Their last assignment was their choice. So here's what Savannah wrote:
Someone's coming through the chimney
One night, December 24th to be exact
My brother and I were dreaming of someone fat,
We heard a thump so we raced down the stairs,
Then we hid behind some chairs.
Then we got ready to pounce.
We were going to catch Santa, who would flail and flounce.
We heard a stomp and then a sneeze,
My brother and I were very pleased.
We leaped and with a ferocious cry,
We caught Santa, my brother and I.
We lifted the net to take a peek,
But it was just our dad, so now we're grounded for a week.
Ha ha....tell that one to your kids on Christmas Eve. :)
7 years ago
