If there is one thing
To make the
senses tingle
It’s the
coming of
The good Kris
Kringle
On Christmas
Eve
We wait and
pray
For good
Kris Kringle
To come our
way
If there is one thing
To make the
senses tingle
It’s the
coming of
The good Kris
Kringle
On Christmas
Eve
We wait and
pray
For good
Kris Kringle
To come our
way
Why can we not bottle its essence?
The Christmas
recipe,
That heady
concoction
That
special combination
Light of
heart,
Quick of step
A song on
the lips
A symphony
in the heart
Externally
warmed by the fireside
Internally
warmed by mulled wine
Generosity
of spirit
Jollity and
laughter
Its crisp
cold winter days
And frosty
starry nights
Evergreens
and mistletoe
The smells
of a Christmas kitchen
Infused with
cinnamon and ginger
It’s overindulgence
It’s
thinking of others
Absent
friends
Far away
loved ones
It’s
sharing and caring
It’s loving
thy neighbour
Its
compassion
Its
children laughing
Its mothers
sighing
It’s the
Christmas recipe
Why can we
not bottle its essence
So that at
times when are souls are troubled
Or our
hearts are heavy
At moments
when the darkness has descended
We could
unscrew the cap
And breathe
deeply of its heady brew
And be once
more refreshed
My worst Christmas present ever
I thought I
would be lucky to receive
It was big
and so full of possibilities
But it
really flattered to deceive
Beneath the
coloured paper
That hinted
at hidden promise
It turned out
to be a cardboard box
Containing only
emptiness
My mum was
watching me intently
And my
disappointment hurt her
My
cheapskate dad then told me
Mary had a little fan
She waved
it to and fro
Mary still
has her fan
But is it
as little? No
Are you wearing a festive sweater?
Well, this
season just keeps on getting better
And you
really don’t need a bigger size
A more
perfect fit would be hard to devise
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the flat,
Not a creature was stirring not even the cat
The mince
pies had been eaten everyone and all
And the dog
had thrown up on the carpet in the hall
Little Jesus sweetly sleep, do not stir,
We will lend a coat of fur,
We will rock you, rock you, rock you,
We will rock you, rock you, rock you,
Little Jesus sweetly sleep, just you stick,
We will lend you man made fabric,
We won’t rock you, rock you, rock you,
We won’t rock you, as were not qualified