A good friend of mine
Does his
Christmas shopping
In less
than two hours
With decs
for party popping
And Gifts
for twenty-five
Friends and
family
All on
Christmas Eve
Including a
six-foot tree
A good friend of mine
Does his
Christmas shopping
In less
than two hours
With decs
for party popping
And Gifts
for twenty-five
Friends and
family
All on
Christmas Eve
Including a
six-foot tree
People have been discovering
On a
Christmas Morning
That the
curse of Christmas
That’s
causing the most fuss
Has been
unanimously concluded
To be
“Batteries not included”
All children think
Christmas
just happens
But parents
work tirelessly
To bring it
about
Months in
the planning
Putting
things away
Things to
add to a special day
Shopping
and wrapping
Dressing
and decking
Supermarket
shopping
The prices
heart stopping
Journeying
from shop to shop
For the
latest must have toy
All made
worth while
To see a
face lit with joy
Well worn festive tunes
Blare out
Hapless
faces
Stare out
Faces
strained
Bemused,
Confused
Lists
gripped tight
Pens
ticking or deleting
Then onward
Loaded
trolleys
Wildly
steering
Zig zagging
Aisle to
aisle
Every item
Must be had
Gin for her
Beer for
dad
Chocs and
cakes
Chops and
steaks
Turkey,
stuffing
Nuts and
fruit
Frozen this
Prepacked
that
Pop and
juice
Something’s
loose
Everything
ticked
On the
tight gripped list
Nothing
missed
Merry
Christmas wished
Hundreds of
pounds
Of
Christmas bought
The
festivities can begin
Relax in
the knowledge
The shops
will only be shut
For twenty-four
hours
Our Christmas fare
Tables heaving
Cupboards
overflowing
Contrasts
starkly
With our
foreign brothers
With meager
bowls
Of meal or
rice
How would
they react?
To our
gluttony
The
homeless survive
On handouts
Of soup and
bread
Or half
eaten burgers
Discarded
in bins
Sleeping in
doorways
Or In
cardboard boxes
With news
paper bedding
Should we
feel guilt?
For having
more than they
For our
good fortune
No we
shouldn’t
But we
should not forget them
We should
spare a thought
For the
less fortunate
And be
charitable
A kind word
or deed
Celebrate
Christmas
By Christ’s
rules
It was Christmas Eve closing time, nearly
Where a last-minute shopper, frustrated clearly
Was rummaging through the freezer cabinet
At her nearest out of town supermarket
Desperately searching for a frozen turkey
And couldn't find one big enough for her family
Then she saw a young shop assistant pass by
And decided that she would give him a try
"Do these turkeys get any bigger?" she said
Puzzled he replied, "No madam, they're dead."
When I was a child
I believed in Santa Claus
When I got older
I didn’t believe in Santa Claus
When I became a parent
I was Santa Claus
Now I have grandchildren