a poem by Bridget Rendell
I dreamt a cardboard rocket
Was underneath my tree
Covered in Christmas paper
The elves had wrapped for me
I stepped inside my rocket
Waved back at mum and dad
Said goodbye to my sister
Who looked a little sad
I whooshed off in my rocket
Straight up into the sky
The snow was falling softly
As I sped right on by
It's great here in my rocket
It makes me feel quite free
To float around deep in space
In zero gravity
I know I'll have to wake soon
This dream will fade away
I'm coming back down to Earth now
As night turns into day
I wake on Christmas morning
Look underneath the tree
And find a cardboard rocket
That Santa's left for me