Watch out, watch out, there's a story-stealing sprite about!

On Sunday Morning, just before my alarm went off, I dreamt up an amazing story to tell you. It was funny, touching, festive and full of thrills. However, the ringing of my alarm clock acted as some kind of story-stealing, anti-Christmas, mischief-making Sprite:

My story has gone. 

But don't worry - a poem comes in its place!

"Hoorah!" you cry, "A poem!" Yes, a poem. The best thing about poetry is that, a bit like abstract art, you can write whatever you want and even make up words. It doesn't matter because, if anyone says that they don't understand it, you can look all superior and say things like, "Ah well, not everyone can understand the poetical rantings of a lyrical genius... it takes a certain type." And they can put that on their needles and knit it*.

The Week Before The Week Before Christmas

It was a...

snow crunching

cuddle getting

ice skating

snowball throwing

book reading

chocolate drinking

two sock wearing

neck warming

movie making

carol singing

hand holding

nose dripping

tree decorating

paper cutting

wig wearing

story telling

present getting

crisp munching

cracker pulling

statue holding

soup slurping

telly watching

clothes packing

whisper sharing

ladder climbing

star gazing

pizza nibbling

santa searching

parcel passing

window gazing

wolf howling

...kind of week.

There, it's finished. I hope you like it. It was a true-to-life poem. 

How was your Week Before The Week Before Christmas Week? Be brave and leave a comment...I know you're out there.

* Speaking of knitting, my friend Miss Watts knitted me an amazing neck warmer for Christmas and it's delicious. I have worn it every day since she gave it to me. It has a giant button on it and I think, if you saw me in it, you would be jealous. Jealous and cold.