Raising a Smile for Northern Ireland Children's Hospice. Brian Boone's Bailie

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      They looked at one another,

      With the same thing in mind.

      Throwing down their rods and staffs

      They left the flock behind.

      They sprinted quickly through the town,

      As fast as they were able,

      Until they found the Chosen One

      Lying in a stable.

      The Messiah, Jesus Christ was found,

      As prophecy foretold,

      In a shed in Bethlehem

      At just a few hours old.

      The shepherds quickly realised

      This boy, their God, their king,

      Were, in fact, not different,

      But were all the same thing.

      The rulers and the noblemen,

      That night, were sound asleep,

      While the Son of God was cradled

      By men who tended sheep.

      T'was to men like any other

      The Lord made his debut.

      He changed the shepherds' lives that night

      And He can change yours too.

      You might think that sounds odd,

      But it's for folk like you and I,

      That Jesus Christ came down to earth

      To teach and love...and die.

      T'was the greatest night in history,

      The only time that's greater

      Was when Jesus died and rose again,

      Thirty-three years later.

      Getting a Broken Arm by Bowen

      One day my friend Thomas came over to my house. We had great fun.

      We went out on our bikes. I wasn't going as fast as Thomas, but a fly hit me in the eye.

      When the fly hit my eye I slapped my eye and fell of my bike and broke my arm, (I didn't know I had a broken arm).

      Thomas took me inside. My mum got a sling but it hurt too much to use it.

      Then I went to the hospital where I waited two hours, then I got two or three x-rays before I went to this tiny room and got my cast on,

      In the tiny room this nice nurse said to me "You are so brave."

      When I got my cast on I had to stay upstairs.

      The next morning I had to go to another room. I didn't walk there, I asked the doctor to slide my bed there so I didn’t get up.

      Then I had to slide into another bed, and the doctor gave me a potion what made me sleep so they could fix my arm.

      I had to stay in hospital for two days and one night.

      My bed was very comfortable. I had a TV beside me. And a thing what makes my bed go up and down, which was fun.

      Then I went home.

      I stayed off school for two days. I didn't stay off school longer because all the children would of learnt lots and I would learn nothing.

      When I got on the school bus every one at the same time said, "What happened?"

      I said to them, "I went sky-diving and I hit a tree. Just joking, I fell of my bike”.

      When I got to school every one said to me "Wada-wa?"

      And I said "Wada-wa, too you to!"

      The Busted Arm by Brian

      One thing that I really like

      Is riding fast upon my bike.

      But one day, a tiny fly

      Just happened to fly into my eye.

      That fly, it did not mean me harm,

      But I fell off and bust my arm.

      The doctor, (he was awfully nice),

      He had my arm put in a splice,

      Then later on put me to sleep

      To hammer in two pins to keep

      My bone in place while it all heals,

      (I now know how a fencepost feels).

      The worst part of this treatment was

      The medicine, and that’s because

      It made my head go round and round,

      And round and round, and upside-down.

      That medicine made me feel so wick,

      That medicine made me awfully sick.

      Removing pins from bones requires

      Painful pulling using pliers,

      Much better now, my arm is mended

      And almost straight when it’s extended.

      “Your break is healed”, the doctor said,

      “But the fly in your eye is long since dead.”

      The Man from the Big Island by Brian

      (This story only makes sense when you hear someone else reading it)

      One fine afternoon, while Claire and Bowen were painting double-yellow lines below the taxis on Royal Avenue, a smartly dressed man wearing a dark suit approached them and raised his bowler hat in introduction, “Air hair lair.”

      “Whaty-whoey? What are you talking about, you big eejit?” exclaimed Claire in surprise.

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