Here is Shaun's first poem, written in December 1998 - he was in the first grade.
Reindeers fly through the night, fly in darkness and in light.
Santa Claus rides in his sleigh, but not with any hay. Baby Jesus slept in the hay, where the animals might sleep during the day. Christmas is in a joyful year, but only adults could drink the beer. The costumes are so cool, sometimes, I forget about school. The masks and stuff are so wierd, some even have a beard.