Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 December 2023

All I want for Christmas…

I thought I would try to write a found poem, just type into Google “all I want for Christmas…” and there it would be, almost fully formed.

The poet Brian Bilston did one about LOVE in a similar fashion – how hard can it be? Actually it isn’t easy at all.

The most popular Google answer … is you. Mariah Carey has much to answer for this time of year!

…is my two front teeth, is also common. But my teeth are fine, I’ve been to see the dentist recently.

So maybe I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Any excuse to add this fun classic.


On a more serious note, when I switch on the TV and see the state of the world, I’d settle for peace on earth…

…what do hippopotami eat actually? Because maybe having a crazy pet would be easier than achieving world peace!

Giving up on the poem idea I search the list of top 10 toys for Christmas 2023 instead. Top of the list is anything Barbie, capitalising on the big hit film of the year, there’s the ever-popular Lego and perhaps more surprisingly Furbies are back in fashion.


In many ways I’m glad I now longer have young children with their demands this time of year, money towards a new laptop and a new pair of trainers seem to be on the wish lists of my now grown-up children. Even my teenage nephew has stated he doesn’t want more STUFF.

We collect so much as has become evident as we have cleared out my mum’s clutter with a view to downsizing.

Only the house sale as fallen through – mum’s dream of being in a new home in time for Christmas has come crashing down.

So often what we want is not material at all, but love and security, a roof over our heads and a warm blanket, a nice cup of tea and a friend to share it with.

How did life get so complicated? Or rather WHEN?

I was talking to a friend the other day and we lapsed into nostalgia as we listened to Simon Mayo on Greatest Hits Radio. His show is just the same as it used to be way back when we had small children to deal with, just moved now to a different station.

Of course, those were the days when we weren’t so tied to our phones because we could only use them to ring people or text – remember hitting the 7 key four times every time you wanted to write an S? And yet life was simpler.

So, what do I want for Christmas and maybe more importantly what am I going to buy for other people? I feel as if I’ve turned into Scrooge as my list of presents to buy diminishes year on year.

I’d love to buy everyone a book but the truth is not everyone reads as much as I do. Perhaps I should encourage them to find other uses such as sticking them under the legs of wobbly tables. With a good aim you can throw a book at a spider to kill it! That sounds a bit cruel but I did squash one with a hymn book at church on Sunday, honestly it was huge and just landed on me from nowhere.

Yes, if I could I’d buy a book for everyone on the planet and inside it would share the recipe for peace on earth and perhaps a picture of a hippopotamus on the cover – well a girl can dream.

Monday, 7 December 2020

From Under the Tree

 

Merry Christmas by Giuseppe Palmisano 

She slumped into her favourite arm chair. Christmas had once again overwhelmed and exhausted her.

There was an oppressive scent of pine in the air that seemed to smoother her, as if too much toilet cleaner had been squirted up her nose.

She was weighed down by tinsel and glitter, like grit in her eyes, both blinding and scratchy at the same time but her arms were heavy, unable to sweep the offending sparks away.

Pinned down and hemmed in by tradition desperately trying to create the perfect festivities.

Seventeen vegetables with dinner, home made brandy butter, an array of cheese with crackers and grapes.

Vintage grape scissor sourced from Ebay, that didn’t actually cut. Lingerie from her beloved that was the wrong size – wishful thinking her boobs were that big! Two fondue sets, cheap and tacky, buy one get one free no doubt. Toys that required batteries which they’d overlooked on the shopping list.

It was the usual over the top shambles, nothing like the glamourous family Christmases portrayed in the cheesy movies, but marginally better than the Den and Angie divorce.

Next year, she sighed, it would be different.

And so here we are in 2020 and there’s a good reason to stop the nonsense.

“Let’s do things another way.” She whispers as she crawls out from under conventionality and plans this year's new normal.

Sunday, 22 December 2019

About 2000 Years Ago


About 2000 years ago
There lived a man, his name was Joe
He was handsome, strong and good
His job was making things from wood

He had a girlfriend, she’s called Mary
One day she told him something scary
“I’m going to have a baby, Joe
God’s angel came and told me so!

“Don’t be afraid, the angel said”
Joe thought about this as he went to bed.
In a dream an angel told him too
So now he knew what he must do…

About that time there was a rule
The Romans (who were in charge) thought it would be cool
To send everyone back to the town they came from
Travelling on a journey that was very, very, very, very long……

At Bethlehem they searched for somewhere to stay
But the only option was a stable of hay
It was warm and cosy, a shelter from the night
And a star above shone clear and bright

The time was right, the son was born,
Wrapped in cloth to keep him warm.
The animals looked on in surprise
A miracle before their eyes!

Out in the fields some angels sang
The startled shepherds, almost ran
“Don’t be afraid, we bring great joy
God has sent a special baby boy.”

Well they shepherds had to go and see
This baby born for you and me
When they went through the stable door
They dropped to their knees in wondrous awe

Other visitors were on their way
Men from the east, a bit delayed
They went to the palace to see the new king
And plenty of gifts they did bring

King Herod was furious - he had a strop
But let’s not dwell on his wicked plot
The wise men followed the star above
And found the stable full of love

It’s getting crowded, but Mary just smiled
As everyone gathered to see her child
There’s still room for you, come bring your neighbour
Let’s worship the king, Jesus our saviour!

Nativity used in the Christingle service