ON THE EVE OF THE SPECIAL DAY # 2

 

On the eve of the special day

As the fire burns in the grate

I long for eternal goodwill

And an end to eternal hate

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

A SMALL STATISTIC

 

Here is a statistic

That is a bit crappy

Only one in seven dwarves

Are actually happy

TIME FOR CHRISTMAS

 

At last, I have some time to spare

No more work until the New Year

Its nearly Christmas so beware

The weather's bitter so have a care

Peace and goodwill and never fear

A wish for one and all for the coming year

HARBINGER OF YULE

 

The advent calendars

Are first to appear

Heralding the headlong rush

Toward Christmas cheer

On trees baubles reflect

Flickers of candlelight

From November’s end

Right up to twelfth night

MY WORST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER # 2

 

My worst Christmas present ever

Was when I got an empty carton

All dog-eared and flattened out

Really tatty and really not fun

 

When I complained to my dad

And declared it worse than socks

He said I should be more grateful

To receive my very own ex-box

 

To make things so much worse

My dad thought it was quite nifty

If you then spun the box around

To make an ex-box 360

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 310

Mary had a camper van

She took it to the wood

She said that I could come

But I misunderstood