®en I hear the word Christmas, I think of the staircase in the house where I grew up. On Christmas Day, I would dash downstairs as fast as I , knowing I was about to step not into our living oom but into an extraordinary place with presents ‘scares on the floor and magic in the air. Today, when T hear the first notes of a familiar carol or sit by the fire on Christmas Eve, I feel the same sense of excitement that used to rush through me as I sprinted down those steps." I think poems are a great way to capture the spirit of Christmas. There's something about a poem, with its - enchanting rhythms and beautiful images, that makes it = c pressing the magic of it all. Tnthis lude verses which reflect all the =