is the sea
is an invincible
My heart is
It is all true
because it is
By Nelson, 3rd grade
Originally published Dec 10, 2010.
I love to make gingerbread houses
because I can eat while I work
I use gummy bears and M&Ms
and lots of sprinkles everywhere
Marshmallows make perfect snow
and icing keeps it all together
except the year when it fell apart
By Jazz, 3rd grade
I wonder what kind of dog I will have.
I hear the ocean.
I see the beach.
I want Christmas to come.
I am kind.
I pretend Christmas is here.
I feel a thousand feet tall.
I touch winter’s snow.
I worry about my mom and dad.
I cry for my mom when she is sick.
I am kind.
I understand math and science.
I dream I am a superhero.
I fly 100 miles per hour!
I try my best.
I hope the whole world
will be made of chocolate ice cream.
I am kind.
By Alexander, 2nd Grade
Photo by wintersoul1 via Flickr
cold as ice
fun to play with
pure snow water
reach the sky
By Lily, 4th Grade
Photo by annkelliott via Flickr
It is Christmas
and I am outside playing snowmen,
I mean snow women.
My grandmother, my mother,
my grandfather, my father, and I are all
outside lighting firecrackers.
The sound is loud as gunshots.
It hurts my eardrums but
the fireworks are colorful.
They look like flowers in
the night sky. It is real
cold outside. I am wearing
a pink, fluffy coat. The firecrackers
are flying up in the sky. My God-
brother and I are eating some of the
snowflakes as they fall. I smell fire
from the firecrackers, a sparkler in my hand
feels funny. I am throwing snowballs
at my family and they are throwing them
back to me. I let them hit me.
Inside we have a contest to see
who can open their presents first. We drink
eggnog and we eat Santa cookies
and Rudolph cookies. We eat Popeye’s
chicken thighs, red beans and rice, and for dessert
we have Popeye’s apple pie. It’s still warm
in my mouth when we play
hide and seek in the backyard.
Whoever gets hit with a snowball is it.
I go across the street to get my best friend
and we play until my grandmother
comes to get me to go to my
I like Christmas.
By Xythia, 10 years old
I am from toys,
from turkey and chicken.
I am from the garage.
I hear the birds singing.)
I am from roses,
beautiful and colorful
Christmas dinner I
as if I made it myself.
I’m from Christmas and being smart,
from Elvis and Isis.
I’m from liking pizza and always having someone to talk to,
from do your homework and be good in school.
I’m from Catholicism, we believe in God and
the tradition is to go to church
I’m from Houston, Texas, Guatemala and El Salvador,
tortillas and rice.
From my great-great grandmother who
is the image of the family
to my grandpa’s wife who is not really my grandma.
Under my mom’s bed there was an
album of pictures;
they all had smiling faces.
by Carina, 3rd Grade