Tag: Christmas

Have a Merry Christmas- hope you’ll find creative ways to spread a little joy.

How are you creative?

Have a Merry Christmas

A festive Christmas Day

Hope you‘ll find creative ways

To spread a little joy!

Creative in the kitchen

Or breaking into song

Spread a little merriment

Join the happy throng.

Capture the enjoyment

In a young child’s face

Ripping off the paper

Presents wrapped with love.

All the favourite ornaments

Gathered on the tree

Each one with a purpose

A favourite memory.

If it’s not your custom

I hope you’ll play along

Join our celebration

Join our happy throng.

Santa visits early – Hyvää joulua!











Santa visits early





in these Northern parts





He makes his first delivery





to Finnish folk and elves.










So we say ‘hyvää joulua’





to you on Christmas Eve





For Santa has arrived here





The famous saint himself.










He sometimes comes in person





Arraigned in his red suit.





But don’t be disappointed





If he just sends an elf.










Presents for the children





Bits for the adults





Letters up the chimney





Clearly brought results.










So he‘ll be with you shortly





But will come while your asleep





Here he visits early





The kids are all awake.





Finnish Christmas Spread

	


	



			
				


			

			
Not sure bout the bearded chap just across the aisle
		
	
	

		

Are you a good judge of character?










Flying to Helsinki 





on a Finnish flight





Not sure bout the bearded chap.





Just across the aisle.










Says he’s bound for Lapland





Then to the North Pole





But something odd about him





And it doesn’t quite add up.










It’s awful hard to read him





He’s wearing funny clothes.





Something odd about the beard





His face all covered up.










He likes to visit children





Creep about at night





Seems a little odd to me





Something’s not quite right.










He didn’t like the menu





Reindeer in a roll





Nordic speciality





But he turned up his nose.










I know you’ll think it rude of me





I really shouldn’t stare





But I’m not sure about that man





Who’s sitting over there.

	


	



			
				


			

			
Sing a song of sixpence – here’s a silly verse
		
	
	

		

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?










Sing a song of sixpence





Feet are made of clay





None of this is serious





This is how I play.





They should have made me Laureate 





I’d have made it fun.





Just write silly poems





Here’s another one.










Should have been a Carol





But Mighty Tom was there





Snow is in the very sod





But there’s no winter fuel





Cousin Rachel’s she’s  in charge





She says the cupboard’s bare.





Must have been the other folk





They left nothing there.










Tinsel in the manger





Twinkle little star





Kings can’t get to Bethlehem





They’re old it’s way too far.





Santa’s stuck in traffic





All the roads are jammed





Reindeer mightn’t make it





We hope that Amazon can.










All the girls just blame the boys





The boys all blame the men





Santa’s in his grotto





And it all comes round again.





Hark the Herald Angels





Shepherds in a field





Not much time for all of that





But keep the glasses filled.










This is tripe and nonsense





Silly, senseless verse





It’s my excuse to play around





It doesn’t get much worse.










Spurs are up at Arsenal





Palace down the road





The King is in his castle





The Queen in borrowed robes





Musk is in his counting house





Counting out the money





Down comes a blackbird





And pecks Kier Starmer’s nose.










Stuff your face with Turkey





Lovely roasted spuds





Parsnips, extra gravy





Who wants Brussels sprouts?





If you’re turning vegan





Do not tell your mum!





Baby in a manger





No room at the inn





How’d you dare not stuff your face





We’re celebrating him?










What you doing Christmas?





Will you be away?





They’re slaughtering the first born





So we don’t think we’ll stay.





We’ll head on up to Egypt





Out of Herod’s way





All the world loves refugees





So we’ll be on our way.










Come all ye faithful





Come to Israel





Away in awful danger





They are bombing infants there.





But hey we all recycle





And some stop eating meat





We’re attacking climate change





So guess the world is safe?










So here’s to merry Christmas





Everyone have fun





Forget about the future





The time to play’s begun.





We are all wassailing





And full of Christmas cheer





Forget about the serious stuff





The best time of the year.










I don’t know where this gets us





I just set out to play





I tried to switch my left brain off





And just to have some fun





Here we go round the mulberry bush





It’s just a silly song.





All of that is in the past.





The future’s just begun.

	


	



			
				


			

			
We’ll have a Finnish Christmas – Hyvää joulua to you.
		
	
	

		

Do you or your family make any special dishes for the holidays?










Christmas is the usual time





We’d have a special meal





But we will be in Finland





This coming Christmas tide.










We won’t be eating Turkey





The star’s a Christmas Ham





Probably glazed with mustard





They call it Joulukinkku.










And probably a Gravalax





Smoked Salmon on the side





A special beetroot salad





And maybe meatballs too.










There’ll be special casseroles





Of potato, carrot, swede.





I think they’re sweet and creamy





But I don’t know how they’re made.










I know Rice porridge features





Maybe Gingerbread biscuits





And pastries with prune jam.





Mulled wine with almonds and raisins





And coffee to finish off.










The other thing to get used to





When we’ll eat the meal.





We would eat on Christmas Day





They eat the day before.










Hyvää joulua!

	


	



			
				


			

			
All the men went down the pub… they’d leave the women cooking.
		
	
	

		

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?










All the men went down the pub





They’d leave the women cooking





All the men gone to the pub





With cheery smiling faces





They’d be getting in the drinks





And leave the women cooking





In the kitchen, left at home cooking Christmas dinner.















Now the Turkey’s nearly done





The bird and all its trimmings.





Have to turn the oven down





Don’t want dinner spoiling





All the men still up the pub





No sign they’re returning.















All the women stressing out





The kids are just excited.





Eventually the men roll in





And dinner can get started





Not till dad has carved the bird





A man’s role so important.















Pull the crackers, Christmas hats





And push on with the party





Stuff ourselves till we’re so full





We’re at the point of bursting.





Children help with clearing up





Goodness so much washing!















Maybe men will help wash up





Perhaps a little guilty





But they’ll soon be dozing off





Beer has made them sleepy.















This is how the thing once was





Different time and history





I wouldn’t like to risk it now





Would be kind of chancey!





Dinner would be in the bin





She’d probably divorce me!

	


	



			
				


			

			
Christmas with my grand kids.
		
	
	

		

If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?





Christmas with my grand kids





The meal I‘d like to host





For reasons that are complex





I haven’t had one yet.










I catch up with them later





When Christmas is all done





It’s nice but really not the same





As on the special day.










I never see their faces





Or feel their Christmas thrill





And sad, as they get older,





I guess I never will.










If you can grant my wishes





That will be just great





I‘ll get to see them Christmas





Before it is too late.