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Echoes of the Storyteller
Explore a Charming Holiday Tale
Charles Phillips wrote Santa Comes, Santa Goes in December 1996 aged six. He was in attendance at Larchwood Primary School, Pilgrams Hatch, Brentwood. It was written in rhyme in one long verse with beautifully hand painted prints by Nausicaa Finch, especially for the book.
He was inspired to write the story after his disappointment at being told by his parents that unfortunately they had to inform Santa they were not yet ready to introduce a dog into the family. When eventually circumstances changed, Sian a Border Collie puppy was bought Charles exclaimed that it was the happiest day of his life
The child does not have a name as it represents all girls and boys who face Christmas with apprehension. Such doubts may include “Have I been good enough?” and “Will Santa bring me the present I really want?”
About The Author
Behind the Words
Charles Benjamin Phillips wrote Santa Comes,Santa Goes in December 1996,when six years of age.He attended Larchwood Infant School (formerly Pilgrims Hatch Infant School)
A Glimpse into Young Charles’ Imagination
A small selection of poems extracted from the many poems and stories written by Charles as a child.
NOISES
Noises, noises everywhere.
Wherever you go they’re always there.
The drill noises are very high,
180 decibels can make rats die!
Some noises are good, some noises are bad.
So just be glad that noises are there
Whenever you’re sad.
Noises, noises everywhere.
From a dog to a great big bear.
Noises, noises everywhere.
They’re always, always, always there.
By Charles Phillips (Age 9)
BLACK AND BLUE
I sit alone, tired, on my bed
A million and one questions buzz through my head.
Why do they continue to torture me?
I’m like them, can they not see?
So what if i’m black and they are white?
What difference does it make, i know i’m right.
I can’t go outside without breaking a rule
In fact i think i’m going to end it all.
In heaven will God let me in?
Is god even there to help those who sin?
is God white or is he black?
If I go to Heaven, I’ll never come back.
I have no firends, no body to care
Even if i’m hungry, homeless and bare.
So, I’m an outcast, sad but true.
Sitting in my room, black and blue.
By Charles Phillips (Age 12)
ALL MY SENCES
Have you heard the sound of the blackbird?
He makes it sound so pretty.
Have you seen the great big city
With all its tiny world?
Have you ever smelt the smell of bacon in the pan?
Have you ever touched the cool refreshing sand?
And have you ever tasted the clear blue water
That comes from taps?
The world is lovely with all your senses.
You can love the world like it loves you.
By Charles Phillips (Age 9)