After opening our presents – just what we wanted, clothes for hubby and a cookery book for me ( I need some new recipes) we gave Diesel his gift, a squeaky donut, He loves it and wont stop playing with it. It will have to get lost before we listen to the Queen!
We had the family down to the seaside for an early Christmas lunch yesterday. There were eight of us so I chickened out of catering and we went to a local carvery. It was fine and as they had rented a flat for two nights they got to spend time on the beach. Guess who was there? A really memorable weekend. Happy Christmas.
Santa surveyed the map of the world stretched out before him, a canvas unfurled.
This year, he told Rudolf, we’ll have a new route, but I’ll still be dressed up in white fur and red suit.
We are going to travel o’er mountain and hill, stopping first in the South, where I’m certain we will
Enjoy the warm night times and fly through the air, giving our gifts to the good children there-
From the East to the West , as the evening draws on we’ll spread the good cheer as we gallop along,
From deserts to jungles, high up in the air, and then we’ll swoop down with those parcels to share,
But as we turn Northward I fear we shall find that we’ve been forgotten, our time left behind-
As nations are squabbling about who’s the best and marching and shouting in bright yellow vests.
There’s fires in the streets and the children all cower, afraid in their beds, still awake at this hour.
As countries divide and the people despair I wonder if any still know that we’re there.
I wonder if stories of an infant birth, designed to bring peace to the people of earth
Can be heard in the clamour of hatred and fear, if the presents we bring will remind them, this year
That nothing is gained by ignoring the news that the whole world relies on the different views
Of the people on earth being able, one day, to agree what is best, so to them all I say
Be kind and be peaceful, there’s plenty to do to keep this world beautiful and safe for you-
Look after the land and the rivers and seas and, at Christmas time, be loving and giving, please.
I remembered to take my camera phone down town when I went Christmas shopping yesterday and took a picture of the centre of Worthing. I didn’t find any Christmas jumpers that I liked. They all had sequins on, which I am trying not to buy, just as I have stopped buying Christmas cards with glitter. All these things that ruin the planet and it is only this year we have been told it is a problem!
Then I walked all over town looking for a specific toy and it was only in the last half hour that I remembered the Guildbourne Centre and, of course, they had loads to choose from! What a pity this place is underused.
There were adverts for the pantomime everywhere. Maybe we could start promoting ourselves as a year-round holiday destination, not just a sea-side day trip place. Here’s hoping we keep the department stores. Happy Christmas, folks!
No more poems at present as I am researching Sussex Writers for my 2019 talks at Womens’ Institute meetings.
After talking for about two dozen times on my life and works I thought I should branch out and introduce people to other local writers, old and new but this involves reading about their lives as well as sampling their books so it is taking time. Thank goodness for the internet or it would be a much harder job.
My story for the competition has been posted and, as usual I thought of ways to improve it after it had gone. Never mind, it was a free one!
This weekend is all parties and Christmas lunches. It seems early. I haven’t done my Christmas shopping yet. The weather has been unpredictable so we are beginning to hibernate. I did buy a Christmas wreath for the front door but it isn’t up yet.
We had an early Christmas visit from our granddaughter and our son yesterday. I don’t put family photos on line but I did try to take one of our window before they came. It didn’t come out very well due to reflections. I’ll never be a photographer!
Anyway, we had a Christmas dinner with crackers, hats, jokes and funny reindeer that raced when you wound them up! An improvement on the usual trinkets. I didn’t use the Christmas pudding. I’m keeping that for Christmas Eve.
I’m getting a few comments about the panto and I have begun the new novel. Only problem we now have a leak in the bathroom. Why do these things always happen at Christmas!
Woodies Christmas Cracker. Worthing folk club merriment.Well done, Jackie and Mike,
