LUCY WANTED TO BUY HER GRANNY

 

Lucy wanted to buy her Granny

A ladies handkerchief set

But in the end changed her mind

She didn’t know what size to get

IN THE GREAT NORTH POLE HALLS

 

When all the work is done

In the great north pole halls

The elves dress up for dancing

For their Christmas Balls!

An Unentertaining Christmas

 

Since the advent of Cable and Satellite the quality of the entertainment seems to diminish as each Christmas passes.

It used to be bad enough in the old days when there were only three channels to fill.

Now we allegedly have more choice than we have ever had, although I think the reality is that we merely have more channels.

The terrestrial channels can’t compete and to be honest don’t even try any more to offer anything that we might consider to be of acceptable quality.

Year after year all five channels are packed with a mixture of repeats and things which should never be seen again.

Take this Christmas just gone, I can’t think of one single stand out program that appeared on the terrestrial channels.

To be truthful it doesn’t have to be the latest Christmas schedule as every one is the same.

The Great Escape, Tom Browns schooldays, Mr Chips and the obligatory Sound of Music.

However there are sometimes a selection of new dramas though quite honestly they do flatter to deceive.

I remember one holiday season several years ago one of the offerings was something called Uncle Adolph.

God alone knows what they were thinking.

Ken Stott had the lead role, although he was more reminiscent of Groucho Marx than the Fuhrer and at one point good old incestuous Uncle Adolph was sat knocking out a tune on the piano to impress his pretty young niece and I genuinely thought he was going to burst into a chorus of “Springtime for Hitler”.

To be quite honest the play couldn’t have been anymore ludicrous if he had.

I do still get my bumper Christmas edition of the Radio Times every year and open it with real hope that this year will be better than the one before, but alas.

SHOOTING A PRIZE TURKEY

 

Shooting a prize Turkey, with bullets

Of sage and onion, was his crime

He claimed that he was attempting

To kill it and stuff it at the same time

PETER PAN GOT HIS NAME

 

Peter Pan got his name

Not by design or plan

It was after he got hit

In the peter with a pan

WHILE THE FAMILY SLUMBER

 

Myriad snowflakes fall

Flakes, infinite in number

Crystals of purest white

Settle while we slumber

 

Early the next morning

In the gloomy light

A pure white blanket

Was greeted with delight

 

The kids were excited but

The presents took their focus

For their parents it was magical

To have a White Christmas

THE ROOM WAS FULL OF CHRISTMAS

 

The room was full of Christmas,

Steeped in the essence of the season,

Fragranced with Apple and Cinnamon,

And decorated in festive livery

Fresh cut garlands of evergreens,

Tinsel, candles, and coloured lights

And on the peaceful Holy night

With the velvet drapes pulled shut

Against the bitter cold of winter

A perfect couple held each other

In the soft warm glow of firelight

And the cosy room was full of love