Thursday, 22 December 2022

CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE WORKHOUSE # 1

 

It’s Christmas Eve in the workhouse,

And not a hint of the seasons in sight

No stockings hang by the fire side

They’ll be no treats in store tonight

THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS

 

The magic of Christmas

Is the Christmas cheer

What a shame it can’t last

Throughout the year

CHRISTMAS PUDDING

 

Christmas pudding

Boiling in the pot

Rich steamed pudding

Hissing in the pot

Christmas pudding

Singing in the pot

Turn the pudding out

Its steaming hot

THE THING THAT I ENJOY THE MOST

 

The thing that I enjoy the most

When Christmas descends

Isn’t giving and receiving gifts

It’s seeing my family and friends

Because when it comes down to it

That’s what counts in the end

SPARE A THOUGHT

 

We live in a selfish world

We all think of “me and mine”

It’s perfectly natural, after all

Putting family first is fine

But just take a moment       

As you sit down to dine

To think of the hungry

And when the meal is done

Think of the homeless

And as you enjoy the family fun

With people who truly care

Think of those who have no one

IN TRUE DICKENSIAN TRADITION

 

In true Dickensian tradition

Amidst the Christmas mayhem

Even in the thronging malls

There are unforced smiles

And pleasantries exchanged

Between people with

Christmas in their hearts

Warm and heartfelt wishes

Given gladly without hesitation

One stranger to another

GLASS DECORATIONS ON THE TREE

 

Glass Decorations on the tree

Candy canes of red and white

Tinsel sparkles delightfully

And reflects the coloured light

A garland graces the mantel

With boughs of fresh cut holly

Mistletoe is hopefully hung

To steal a kiss from Molly