L.J. SCHULTZ SEVENTH GRADERS GIVE UNIQUE LOOK AT HOLIDAYS

By Peter Siy

The winter winds were blowing and

the winter snows were snowing,

during that time I was sound asleep snoring,

the next day in the morning,

school was very boring.

After school I could not wait,

to build a snowman at the gate,

I put on my coat, mittens, and hat,

snowpants and boots,

I was toasty and fat.

I rolled a big ball of snow,

for his torso,

then a smaller one

for middle,

next came the head,

after that I went to bed

Baby Jesus

By Stephanie Koenig

It was a dark and stormy night,

Though as the woman and man walked,

there wasn't any fright.

For the woman held a bundle in her hands.

She held a baby, all snug in old, ragged bands.

He is a special baby,

because his mother is the Virgin Mary.

He came from God himself,

even though he's bald and not very hairy.

He brought good news to everyone,

Then he sacrificed for our bad fun.

His birth is now celebrated as a holiday.

It's called Christmas and it's a very special day.

Now we all beg and we pray,

That Jesus will return, one day.

Snowflakes

By Meghan Yingling

See the snowflakes falling down.

They're falling down all over town.

They fall down in the winter night,

And some fall down in front of light.

The light makes them look so pretty.

Too bad it's such a pity to see them melt in the big, big city.

Christmas Time

By Ashley Cochran

Here it is, once again Christmas time.

Time to decorate the sweet smell of the pine tree which is my favorite smell of the year.

Bulbs of lights, strings of snow, ornaments red, blue, and white.

Oh what a beautiful glow.

Grandma in the kitchen cooking Gingerbread men.

Smells so good, I can smell it all the way to the den.

Family and friends running in and out.

Leaving tracks of snow without a doubt.

Now the tree is all decorated, and Grandma's cooking is done, and now it's time to relax and visit with some friends.

So let's have some fun.

The Christmas Days Of My Life

By Erin Gregory

Before the air becomes crisp and cold,

The birds become brightfully bold.

The birds fly southernly down,

houses are lit all over town.

The flakes are falling, falling down,

flakes are falling all around.

Kids are out, out and about,

building a white snow mount.

They have a war between each other,

when they hear the call of their mother.

"Come in," she says, "come on in,

and we will make decorations out of tin."

Soon we will experience the arrival of Claus,

and hear the sounds of oohs and aahs.

Santa was extremely sweet,

it is him I really would love to meet.

The house is filled with everything nice,

of smells like sugar and spice.

Mother is baking a cherry pie,

"I would like some now," says I.

We're off to Grandma's house,

everyone was quiet, quiet as a mouse.

We sit down to say grace,

we sit down in our place.

It is time to go to sleep,

when the children start to moan and weep.

It is time to have a good-night,

as we all say sleep tight.

Oh Santa Claus

By Dustin Lawrence

Oh Santa Claus,

Oh Santa Claus,

Oh how I like you,

Dear Santa Claus,

How you give me those presents,

And you make my Christmas complete with joy.

Happy New Year's Day

By Amber Seabaugh

Have

A good time

Practicing to

Party, because

You want to be ready for

Next year when Christmas

Eve is here and

Winter has arrived

You will wait for

Evening to fall and

Another day will

Run upon you

Christmas

By Curtis Session

Christmas is the day of fun and presents.

Christmas snow is as white as clouds.

Christmas is the day of happiness and joy.

Christmas is the day of giving and receiving.

Christmas is the day of Jesus' birth.

Christmas is the day of peace.

Christmas is the day of rest.

Christmas is over till next year.

Christmas Presents

By Chris Conrad

Presents under the Christmas tree,

Little kids waiting for Christmas Day,

When Christmas Day finally arrives,

Kids playing and jumping merrily,

There will be plenty of food for everyone,

And toys for all the little ones,

When next Christmas comes around again,

There will be more food and presents in the end.

Zero Time

By Hanna Pahssen

An angel told Mary today she would have a sweet little boy named Jesus.

On their way to Bethlehem

They see a guiding star that led them far.

Zero B.C. Christ was born.

He lay in a manger in a crib filled with hay.

Three wise men say that day a star and knew by far someone very special was being born.

When they arrived they saw this boy and cried with tears of joy.

And until this day, we celebrate Christmas in honor, and peace, love and joy for the birth of this little boy.

By Bailey Hirschburg

I patiently wait,

With my good Christmas bait.

Will Santa show?

I don't really know.

But I sit quietly watching the snow.

Listening for Santa's faint "Ho Ho Ho."

I sure hope he shows.