I don’t want a present
That’s very practical
Or a gift home made
Or something musical
Something for wearing
Thoughtful or twee
Things for the garden
Or things fragrant or smelly
Nothing expensive when
The value is shocking
I just want something shapely
In a Christmas stocking
I sit in my car on a December day
In the
evening rush hour on a Friday
Rain pounds
on the roof of my car
As I sit in
a jam not getting very far
Just
sitting motionless in the traffic
Late home
again, that just terrific
Bright red
taillights fill my view
The light’s
of other cars in the queue
I see
Looking to my left and right
The twinkling
of a Christmas light
The queue
edges forward very slowly
Then I
reach the junction eventually
Twenty
minutes just to get this far
I see the
blue light of a police car
I don’t
believe it I could explode
The police
have only shut my road
I still don’t
know what’s to blame
As now I go
back the way I came
All the way
home I rant and rage
Growling
like a wild beast in a cage
Rush hour
and my spleen is vent
Shutting
the road is so inconvenient
The reason
for delay I still can’t see
But I do
make it home eventually
I shout at
the kids taking off my hat
I moan at
my wife and kick the cat
I look at
my dinner with total disdain
Dried up
the gravy now just a stain
On Monday I
relate my tale of woe
And my
problems with traffic flow
A colleague
of mine who lived locally
Knew the
details and informed me
And then
with shame I was filled
A woman was
run down and killed
A week
before Christmas she had died
A happy
Christmas for her was denied
A poor
young woman had lost her life
Somebody’s
lover somebody’s wife
She was
both a daughter and mother
Mourned by
two sister’s and a brother
Bells ring
out on Christmas morning
Bells ring
out for a family mourning
Christmas
bells ring out in glory
To
celebrate the Christmas story
I spent Christmas
with my family
With my
heart so full of sympathy
I felt so
ashamed at my selfishness
Angry
impatient and thoughtless
I confess I
behaved so irrationally
Just
because I was late home for tea
When next
I’m in a jam I’ll remember
Any time
from January to December
I shall
keep things in true perspective
And my
thanks to God I shall give
No matter
how slowly I have to drive
If I’m
sitting in a jam I’m still alive
The advent calendars
Are first
to appear
Heralding
the headlong rush
Toward
Christmas cheer
On trees
baubles reflect
Flickers of
candle light
From
Novembers end
Right up to
twelfth night
“Die Hard”
is an action thriller, screenplay by Jeb Stuart Steven and E. de Souza, from
the novel by Roderick Thorp, and Directed by John McTiernan.
The story
centres on NYPD cop John McClane (Bruce Willis) who goes on a Christmas
vacation to visit his wife Holly (Bonnie Bedelia) in Los Angeles where she
works for the Nakatomi Corporation.
He is
picked up from the airport by limo driver Argyle (De'voreaux White) who drops
him at the Nakatomi Tower where the office Christmas party was taking place.
While they
are there amidst a tense reunion, a group of bank robbers, led by Hans Gruber
(Alan Rickman), takes control of the building and holds everyone hostage, with
the exception of John, who escapes up the fire escape.
However,
unable to leave the building and with no immediate police response, John is
forced to take matters into his own hands and causes havoc while the bad guys
try to execute their plan to perform a lucrative heist.
It’s a
great action thriller with Willis at the top of his game.
Are you wearing an elf outfit?
Does it
come with all the kit?
Pixie boots
and a floppy hat
The green
tights and all that
If you come
to the grotto with me
You can
call me Santa and sit on my knee
For the wealthy landowners
In medieval times
Food was plentiful
At Christmas time
And A few days before the holy day
The kitchen at the manor
Would begin their preparations
First a huge pasty case was made
For a special festive pie
Into the bottom of the huge pastry case
Went enormous amounts of forcemeat,
This was ground beef and lamb
Heavily seasoned with salt and pepper,
On this were placed boned and boiled hens,
Rabbits, Ducks and assorted game birds
Another layer of forcemeat was added
Then marrow, hard boiled egg yokes
Currants, prunes and dates
Spices such as cloves and saffron,
Mace and cinnamon
Finished off the ample filling
It was then covered
With the huge pastry lid and baked
And such a feast was had
The poor were less fortunate
Unless they had a goodly lord at the manor
But bad masters were
As plentiful as the feast
And so Christmas for the poor
Was often less than merry
If you’re a worshiper of Satan
And you
suffer from Dyslexia
Take care
before you commit
You may
sell your soul to Santa
