The Big Blog Theory

A huge congratulations to Jessica Warburton in Year 8 for winning our Christmas competition. Well done Jess! Special mention also goes to Eve Knapp in Year 9, who came a close second and has been a fantastic contributor this term - please come to Ms. Robinson in Room 15 at the start of the new term to collect your prize! Thank you to everyone who has helped to run the blog this term, and to all of our writers. Have a fabulous Christmas and see you next year! The Big Blog Theory

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. And now it's over to you for our Christmas theme! What really happens the night before Christmas? We are accepting your poems, stories, and pictures for the next two weeks.  Our festive favourite will win a fantastic prize... ...because who doesn't need candy floss in their life right now? Winner to be announced on the last day of term!

‘Tis the night before Christmas The crackers are cracking We see our dog Lucy, Her jaws full of wrapping. I hear my mum screaming. I run down the stair The dog’s tum is bulging The presents aren’t there.  'Tis the night before Christmas And all through our dwelling, The cellotape's lost And the parents are yelling. " Elf" is on the telly But we're all at the vet, Because brussel sprouts Have poisoned our pet. ‘Tis the night before Christmas We wake in the night, The smoke alarm’s shrieking The tree is alight. My dog’s chewed the plug, The lights have all fused, “The dog’s ruined everything!” My dad’s not amused.   ‘Tis the morning of Christmas And we’ve all overslept. But we’ve got lots of presents, And now we’re in debt. This is our Christmas Every single year. The dog ruins everything, Including our good cheer. Eve Year 9

A white Christmas eve night, What was once grass completely covered in white, The moon barely shining in the dim lit sky, Children wonder if Santa was in sight, Sat up anticipating the next day, Waiting to hear the jingle bells on the sleigh, The carrots and milk waiting ready, Hoping tomorrow they'll be replaced by a teddy, Waking up with utter delight, The darkened room lit only by a candle, Seeing the presents wrapped up under the tree, Wondering if all these presents were for me. By Grace Year 9

Paige Year 7

‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. But in the silence, Stomps are heard, They stroll around, Without a word. You hide under covers, the steps coming nearer, but when it walks in your room, It couldn’t be clearer. It was the Christmas llama! He strolled to your bed. He gave you a bucket, That rested on his head. You looked in the bucket, It was filled with llama milk! You gave the llama a hug, The llamas fur was like silk. The llama walked to the window, and began to stare. “Goodbye human!” “And take care!” The llama flew off into the moon. Goodbye Christmas llama. We’ll see you soon. - Miss. A Year 8

The Christmas lights twinkled, As the children all slept. The baubles clinked together, As Santa slowly crept. Presents were laid down, And stockings were filled. Santa laughed with glee, The children would be thrilled. The reindeers flew into the sky, As Christmas morning came. The children saw the presents, Teddies, clothes and many games. They were delighted with their gifts, So they played with them all day. They had Christmas turkey, And wished it was Christmas everyday The night before Christmas Is a busy time of year. Gifts get delivered, The night is full of Christmas cheer. Eve Year 9

All the houses on the street were as silent as death. One by one, pinpricks of light turned from warm yellow to cold, icy black, Children dreamed of strawberry flavoured candy canes and presents as tall as them. Adults had Christmas dinner on their minds, and the delicious smell of it came with. They kn ew that, of course, Christmas would come. There would be presents. There would be half-eaten carrots and mince pie crumbs. Wouldn't there? The girl hugged her knees to her chest. Her ragged breathing was slowly replaced by muffled sobs. It had been one year on this very evening when her father - a big, jolly man - had slipped out of the world. She was the only one left now. She was also the only one to know about his passing. But tomorrow...everyone would know. They would go through the same stages as her: confusion, anger, denial, sorrow, and finally acceptance. The man they had come to love, the founder of festivities, Father Christmas himself. He was dead. The girl wept for

Flo, Year 7

Dear Diary, I'm just sitting in the trench at the moment,  relaxing with the rats, at first I was scared of them (I know, a grown man scared of a rat!) but now I've grown to put up with them.   I'm just waiting for the sign now, the sign to go over the top. For hours now I've been thinking about the possibility that I might make it home for Christmas, to my beautiful wife and gorgeous baby girl Rosie. My wife sent me a letter the other morning; she told me Rosie's first word was dada. Every time I read the letter it makes me cry because she is never going to meet me.  So Rosie if you read this, I love you beautiful.  Love dada  By Evie Year 9

Bombs are falling from the sky , Just watch your head or you might die,  But where am I, Houses are falling so don't get trapped, Smashed windows, curtains flapped, In the countryside my new life awaits,  But I'm still worried about my family and wish I could keep them safe . By Evie Year 9

I sit and wonder if he's coming home. I sit and think how much longer will it take for it to be over. The wait is too long, when will it stop? For him to return from the guns and knifes; it’s so heart breaking. I want him to come home. The kids are wondering how long he will be.  It breaks my heart to say, "Not long now," when I know I’m lying to them. Don’t be much long now dear.  The kids await, Your dinner is ready, Don’t be late. Scarlett Year 8