THE GIFT OF GIVING

Gift giving

Is, in itself a gift

Get it right

And watch spirit’s lift

Get it wrong

And they’ll be miffed

And undoubtedly

You’ll get short shrift

It isn’t in everyone

Not everyone is able

So be warned

As you wrap and label

That a turkey

May not be confined to the table

CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

 

Christmas spirit,

No matter what you might think

Doesn’t come in a bottle

It isn’t a drink

It cannot be supped

But can be consumed

But its presence

Cannot be presumed

It must be cherished

Where it is found

Respectfully nurtured

And then spread around

TOM BAWCOCK'S EVE, (23rd December)

 

Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock

Went out to fish beneath a storm filled sky

To lift a famine from the village, and to honour him

They hold an annual festival and eat Stargazy pie

THE BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIES EVER – THE CHRISTMAS STAR (1986)

 

Horace McNickle (Edward Asner) is a cynical two-time felon serving prison time for counterfeiting, but his counterfeit money is hidden somewhere in a department store.

On the week before Christmas, he escapes from prison dressed as Santa Claus and due to his uncanny resemblance to St. Nick as a result from his long white beard and heavyset features he very much looks the part.

When Horace hides out from the police in a nearby suburban neighbourhood he is befriended and helped by two local children who think he is the real Santa Claus and he takes advantage of their naivety to help him get his booty but he develops feelings for his two con victims and that make him slowly comprehend the true nature of Christmas.

Rene Auberjonois and Fred Gwynne also star in this gem of a Disney production.

ARE YOU WEARING A CHRISTMAS CARDIGAN?

 

Are you wearing a Christmas Cardigan?

Please tell me you’re wearing it for a joke?

What do you mean it’s comfortable?

Are you that Val Doonican bloke?

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 191

 

Christmas is coming,

The stores are getting fat

But no one has put a penny

In this old man’s hat;

There’s not a single penny,

Or a ha'penny to be seen,

I hate Christmas shoppers

They’re so bloody mean

LITTLE CHILD, LONELY CHILD

 

Little child,

Lonely child,

Face pressed

Against the glass

Breath blooming,

On the window pain

What do you seek?

Outside in the cold

In that bleak winter scene

Do you listen for sleigh bells?

Out in the snow

Is it the man in red?

You wait alone for

Why do you listen?

So intently at the silence

What was that sound?

Out in the cold

Not sleigh bells

No a car door

Now a figure appears

Who is it?

Not the man in red

Little child,

Lonely child,

Is excited now,

Rushes to the door

Its daddy, its daddy

Home at last