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Echoes of the Storyteller
Explore a Charming Holiday Tale
Charles was inspired to write Santa Comes, Santa Goes, to cope with his disappointment at not having a dog for Christmas.
As a rhyming story, it was written in one long verse. Hand painted and especially designed for the story, the book is beautifully illustrated by Nausicca Finch.
The child in the story does not have a name because 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 presents I really want?”.
About The Author
Behind the Words
Charles Benjamin Phillips wrote Santa Comes, Santa Goes, in December 1996, at six years of age. He was in attendance at Pilgrims Hatch Infant School – now Larchwood Primary School.
He graduated in April 2017 with a PhD in Psychology Research from Birmingham University
It was not so very long after the disappointment of not having a dog for Christmas that his wish finally came true and when he first saw Sian, a Border Collie, he declared that, “This is the happiest day of my life”.
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 SENSES
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)