Dreams
Dad said Father Christmas
can make your dreams come true.
At first I thought ‘Amazing!’
until I thought it through.
I sometimes dream of aliens
with giant yellow knees,
I sometimes dream of monsters
and talking conker trees.
I sometimes dream of having
a badger for a head,
I sometimes dream of sleeping
on a wobbly custard bed.
Dad said Father Christmas
can get my dreams for me,
but I wouldn’t want that lot
underneath the Christmas tree.
can make your dreams come true.
At first I thought ‘Amazing!’
until I thought it through.
I sometimes dream of aliens
with giant yellow knees,
I sometimes dream of monsters
and talking conker trees.
I sometimes dream of having
a badger for a head,
I sometimes dream of sleeping
on a wobbly custard bed.
Dad said Father Christmas
can get my dreams for me,
but I wouldn’t want that lot
underneath the Christmas tree.
This poem is copyright (©) Carl Burkitt 2025
About the Writer
Carl Burkitt
Carl likes telling tales. He tells long tales, short tales, silly tales, sad tales. He tells them online, behind a mic, in books, in schools, and on the sofa with his young family. His debut kids’ collection, Elephants Sleep in Bunk Beds, was published by Beir Bua in 2021.
