kindergarten
Kindergarten
Rhymes songs poems... Christmas - Winter
The bells
Christmas ! Christmas !
pinnacles
Christmas ! Christmas !
All bumblebees,
Jump in chorus to the moon,
Christmas ! Christmas !
It's snowing soft,
Christmas ! Christmas !
blurry angels,
Wrapped up in the dark night,
Ring, ring, ring, come on,
My beautiful bells, ding, ding, dong!
Mary Christmas
Ski
A boy sliding on his skis,
said: "Ah! skiing is exquisite,
I wonder what
is more convenient than skiing."
As he rushed by,
a rock suddenly rose up.
It was the end of the adventure.
He exclaimed, full of disdain:
"Really, I am not conquered,
I drank neither wine nor whiskey
and yet, I lose my skis.
No, skiing is not exquisite."
When something bothers us,
Notre avis change.
Pierre Gamarra
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At Christmas, nothing is the same :
Chestnuts are hot.
Gifts are beautiful.
It's Christmas, It's Christmas !
At Christmas, nothing is the same :
The trees flash.
I have snow in my boots.
It's Christmas, It's Christmas !
Knock Knock knock,
Who is here ?
Santa Claus, Father Christmas
Come in quickly it's very cold
happy birthday and chocolate
Les petits flocons de neige
Le vent court dans les petits flocons
Dans le ciel, c'est le bal
Le bal blanc des flocons blancs
Le vent court dans les petits flocons
C'est un jeu silencieux
Qui réjouit les yeux.
Georges DELAUNAY
The Christmas tree
It was a fir tree from the dark forest
That we took away all powdered with gel...
To town he came, lost in number
Unknown trees, Christmas trees!
They put him all alone in a sad living room,
And, when he was heavy with a thousand toys,
Glittering with fires, whimsical objects,
He wept quietly for his friend the holly.
They put him all alone in a sad living room...
But no more sorrow! Its branches stretch
In front of the children who discovered it.
For the sole pleasure of seeing them smile,
It's getting bigger, it's getting greener...
All its sorrow melts... Its branches stretch
Like big arms wide open!
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WAITING
It's snowing. The source foams and shivers
Before going to die in the sea.
Only one tree is green : it is a holm oak.
The day fades and the Angelus rings.
The village coughs and hoods itself.
No song warms the air :
Goldfinches do not like winter;
On the white paths no one passes.
The beautiful month of May when will it return ?
Will we soon be able to pick the blueberry
And butterflies see arrivals ?
Under the holm oak, three huddled children,
Golden hair all disheveled,
Wide-eyed, numb limbs,
Three little children are waiting for the fairies.
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One two three,
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Four five six,
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Seven, eight, nine,
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Ten, eleven, twelve,
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snow pickers christmas
It's Christmas
Christmas to celebrate
Let's celebrate, let's celebrate Christmas
it happens every year
Oh life is beautiful
hey merry christmas
But here comes the snow falling
Who falls from above
She's gonna hurt herself
Falling from so high
Hey hey hey!
Jacques Prevert
Song for children in winter
In the winter night
A tall white man gallops.
It's a snowman
With a wooden pipe,
A big snowman
Pursued by the cold.
He arrives in the village.
indicator light
He is reassured.
In a little house
He enters without knocking,
And to warm up,
Sits on the red stove,
And suddenly disappears
leaving only his pipe
In the middle of a puddle,
Leaving only his pipe,
And then his old hat.
Jacques Prevert
Gifts
Well-wrapped gifts, gold or silver paper Corkscrew ribbons in my little slippers
A helicopter for my little brother
Colored pencils for my big sister
Well-wrapped gifts, gold or silver paper
Corkscrew ribbons in my little slippers
hair curlers for my granny
A spinning top for my grandpa
Well-wrapped gifts, gold or silver paper
Corkscrew ribbons in my little slippers
Diamonds for my mom
A harmonica for my dad
Well-wrapped gifts, gold or silver paper
Corkscrew ribbons in my little slippers
A helicopter for my little brother
Colored pencils for my big sister
hair curlers for my granny
A spinning top for my grandpa
Diamonds for my mom
A harmonica for my dad
And for me...? I don't know !!
