Father Christmas

Poor Old Father Christmas
Whom we never see Christmas morn
He worked so hard an Christmas eve
He’s asleep before the break of dawn

Dear old father Christmas 
We know you’re very kind
And if you’re a little Grumpy
We don’t really mind

Thank you Father Christmas
From every boy and girl
And all the Children
In the whole wide blooming World

  By Joseph Walsh  

Soccer is a good sport

For shooting into goals

People running back and forth

And sometimes making holes

The fans are shouting loudly

For every goal they score

The teams are playing proudly

And even scoring more

by David Guiney