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HOLIDAY POEMS
BY THE TWO GRANDMAS
A LOOK INSIDE
This is a book of holiday poetry for children with full page illustrations that reflect the content of the poems so that even young children can enjoy the poetry through the pictures. On an advanced level, older children can read the words that are metered and rhymed and hopefully stimulate their imaginations. My mission to delight, educate, and inspire imagination, to promote reading in our future generations. This collection is my third collaboration with Illustrator Tera Anne Freese. It has been a joy to create.
GROUNDHOG DAY
What is the name of the animal that comes out of his hole
On February second on a Pennsylvania knoll?
If there is no shadow when this critter finally stands,
Then winter will last six more weeks
Throughout the northern lands.
Could it be a prairie dog or chipmunk or a mole?
Or beaver or a porcupine or groundhog or a troll?
A groundhog is the answer and it has another name.
A groundhog is a woodchuck.
They are both the same.
This brings to mind a funny rhyme. Say it if you could-
“How much wood could woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck wood”?
“And much ground could a groundhog hog
If a groundhog could hog ground”?
But the only thing that matters
Is if his shadow’s found.
GUESS WHO TUCKED ME IN
I tried to see the Easter Bunny
So we both could finally meet.
Last night I waited in the hall,
I guess I drifted off to sleep.
The Easter Bunny must have seen me,
Sleeping soundly on the floor,
And picked me up and tucked me in
And hopped right out my bedroom door.
A look Inside Colors Come from Rainbows:
MY TWO POODLES
I have two poodles who like to eat noodles.
They play with my markers and all day they doodle.
They bark and they howl and they sing Yankee Doodle,
And all of this nonsense without my approval.
It’s brutal!
THE SILVER MAN
Mr. Silver was his name. He lived in Silver City,
And everything he owned was made of silver and was pretty.
His house was made of silver, with a silver stair.
He sat upon his silver chair, next to a silver bear.
He used silverware, of course, and drove a silver car.
He wore a silver belt buckle with a silver star.
He played a silver piano, and if I tell the truth,
His hair was even silver and he had a silver tooth.
But one night, he had a dream, his life took a detour.
He sold his house and car and things and gave them to the poor.
For you see, most certainly, that if the truth be told,
Mr. Silver was a man whose heart was made of gold.
A look inside the Halloween poem:
My Grandmother’s Garden
My grandmother’s garden has a creepy old gate,
And this year when Halloween comes, I will wait,
Till everyone’s sleeping and no one’s around,
I’ll open that gate and I won’t make a sound.
I’m scared of the dark, so I’ll carry a lamp,
The moon will be staring, the ground will be damp.
Into the pumpkin patch, I will arrive,
For there all the pumpkins will soon come alive!
Suddenly faces like magic appear,
Some scary like monsters, some funny and queer.
The pumpkins all party and giggle and cheer,
Not knowing that I’m in the garden this year.
When morning arrives, I’ll be back in my bed,
While visions of pumpkins all dance in my head.
I won’t say a word, because who would believe,
What happens to pumpkins on Halloween Eve!
A look inside the Christmas poem:
SANTA CLAUS’ SECRETS
Santa has so many secrets
I wish he would share them with me.
Like how does he teach his reindeer to fly?
And how high is his Christmas tree?
Where does he live at the North Pole?
Has Rudolph ever been late?
How does he know when I’m sleeping?
And how does he know I’m awake?
After falling down millions of chimneys,
Is his snowy white beard still white?
And how does he fly from China and France
To my house in only one night?
Do the elves wear little red uniforms?
What toys will he bring in his sack?
Should my Mommy make brownies or gingerbread men
Or fudge for his midnight snack?
