A Christmas Carol adaptation by Year 7

This play/poem was written after reading David Calcutt’s adaptation of Beowulf. We were inspired by the choral nature of the script; the kennings; the patterns; the soliloquies and speeches and the idea that a human being might be shaped and altered by creatures rather like the Fates…

A Nativity Poem

This poem was written as an adaptation of the nativity story in the Children’s Bible by the Creative Writing Team.
Verses 1 to 6 are by Tabitha Huby, Georgina Loring and Rachel Shutt from Year 5
Verses 7 to 14 are by Oliver Shutt, Tom Edwards, Henry Allan-Jones and George Symonds – all from Year 7
Verses 15 to 22 are by Olivia Campbell, Lucy Allan-Jones (both Year 7) and Helena Brain (Year 6)
Verses 23 to the end are by Abigail Blackwell, Aditi Mehendale and Antonia Hopcraft-Guest from Year 7

A Nativity Poem
Mary is busy every day
Doing lots of chores,
Scrubbing windows, collecting water,
Spinning wool and cleaning floors.

Mother says to Mary, her dearest little child,
“It is now time for marriage, and Joseph I have chose.
Joseph thinks you’re beautiful,
As lovely as a summer rose.”

Mary is scared that self-same night
When an Angel from God she meets,
“Fear not!” says he. “For God loves you,
And His child you will now conceive.”

Mary does not understand
What God has asked her to do.
“But I am still a single girl.”
Puzzled, she thought it through.

“Think of your cousin, Elizabeth,
Barren she was, it’s true.
Now she is expecting a child.
There is nothing God cannot do.”

Truthful Mary was a trusting girl,
She now knew what to expect.
“I will do whatever God asks of me.”
So a baby she will now get.

Mary went to visit Elizabeth,
The journey was very hard.
When finally she got there,
She told her story like a bard.

She told her cousin, Elizabeth,
All her troubling, alarming news
Of what the Angel had told her.
She was worried it would start a feud.

Elizabeth was relieved to hear Mary’s words,
For she too had news to share,
She told of her own amazement
When the Angel had visited her.

Zechariah was an ageing priest,
Childless Elizabeth he was married to.
Every day he prayed to God,
Evil sins he tried to undo.

‘til one day Angel Gabriel visited him
And told him in no uncertain words
“You will have a baby soon,
Against all Mother Nature’s odds.”

Zechariah could not believe it
He thought their hopes of having a baby were gone.
He could not believe the word of God,
Although God said the child would be called John.

He finished his duties in the temple
But he could not bring himself to speak.
Elizabeth was terribly worried.
She thought the future looked lonely and bleak.

“God has kept his promise,” Elizabeth told Mary.
“Only four months from now is the baby due.”
But Zechariah still could not speak.
Though what the Angel had said was true.

Elizabeth eventually bore a boy
Whose name the family started to discuss.
When his parents named him John –
The voice that was heard was Zechariah’s.

Joseph was left alone to his worries
Would he and dear Mary ever wed?
An Angel appeared, told him what to do
Said there was no longer anything to dread.

The baby was due any time soon,
When Herod announced that tax had gone up.
They travelled to Bethlehem, their taxes to pay,
And found an inn in which they hoped they could stop.

But they were turned away as there was no room
No room for a woman heavy with child
They were shown by the innkeeper to a stable
On a night when the weather was mild.

The baby was born while the cattle brayed.
In a manger of straw lay he,
He was the Son of God and Mary’s child
And a star in the sky said, “See!”

Some watchful strangers saw the star
Some lowly shepherds, in fact,
Who quickly gathered lambs as gifts for the child
And set off along dusty tracks.

When the shepherds arrived, their gifts were received
For the infant child with generous words,
“Glory to God in Heaven” they sang
“And peace to all who love Him on Earth.”

Strangers from the East next came to Jerusalem
Saying they had followed a star
They had travelled on camels from a distant land
They came from from very, very far.

They were wise men who had come with a purpose;
They were seeking the baby King of the Jews
Everyone was intrigued when they heard this
Except King Herod who was alarmed at the news.

Herod was the Roman king of Jews
And didn’t want a rival king in town.
So, when he heard of Jesus, he was shocked
Through fear of losing his crown.

Herod talked with the three wisemen
Who asked him the way to the babe,
He told them with no uncertainty,
That nearby Bethlehem was the way.

The strangers thanked Herod and went on their way,
Promising that they would come back.
Herod told them that he wanted to pay homage too,
But his fingers were crossed behind his back.

The strangers left, then found the baby
And gave him myrrh, frankincense and gold,
But God spoke to them in a dream
“Don’t go back to Herod!” is what they were told.

Once they’d left, an Angel came to Joseph
And told him to take Mary and Jesus away
“Herod wants to kill the baby Jesus,” he warned,
“You must leave for Egypt today!”

Joseph acted immediately.
He woke Mary and they packed a few things.
Soon they were on the road to Egypt –
A land free of Roman kings.

Herod realised the wisemen had tricked him,
And was determined to stop Jesus growing older,
So he ordered all babes and under twos to be killed
By his loyal army of misguided soldiers.

Shortly after, Mary, Joseph and Jesus went home,
With the news that Herod was dead,
Many never forgot the words of Simeon, the wisemen and Anna
And through Jesus God’s word was spread.

Poem: The Witching Hour

Here is a recent poem by Annabel Sheppard in Year 5…

The Witching Hour
Come, come, look at this…
The Witching Hour is a dark abyss,
The ghostly voices, the witch’s cackle
The cats meowing as the bonfire crackles.
The hour’s at its worst on bonfire night,
It may even try to give your brother a fright!
As you creep across the floorboards, the silver moon appears,
Dear children, there, there, have no fears.

I wish the clock would go back a year,
Then I wouldn’t have to see the ghosts disappear.