To Family And Friends Alike

Christmas Poem 2011

I know I moan about it and get a little cranky
But Christmas Day is here again, it's not by choice, quite frankly!
All the preparations seem daunting day by day,
I don't do well with deadlines, they make my hair turn grey.

But this year I am trying hard to see what is so good,
And adjust my attitude to match the predominate Christmas mood.
I've been playing Christmas music and decorating the house,
I've even been a-smiling lots at the Daughters and the Spouse.

But still it crept upon me and the cards sit in a pile,
They haven't been sent you see, and won't be for a while.
I guess that after Christmas when things have settled down,
I'll pass an afternoon or two, and post them when in town.

They'll have to be for New Year's instead of Christmas Day,
But still I'll do my best to have something nice to say.
The year has passed so quickly, we don't know where it's gone,
It seems like only yesterday I was out mowing the lawn.

But now there is no grass around, no single bit of green,
Except for our plastic tree, at least... nothing I have seen.
The white is lying on the ground, I'm sure you have it too,
And if I was to be quite honest, I'm waiting for a slew.

Last week, the school closed up again, for Christmas holidays,
We hoped for skiing parties and parties in other ways.
But here the wind is howling, as Solstice came and went,
And so we sit and read inside, and wait for the jolly old gent.

Our lights are shining brightly in yellow, red and green,
And shiny coloured parcels are hidden where can't be seen,
Where secrets are awaiting to see the light of day,
But until then that's how it should be, it is the Christmas way.

Now there you are in your house, no doubt, somewhat like ours.
But it doesn't seem to be at all like Christmas in bygone years.
The excitement of being a child and looking up at the tree,
Seemed something really special to the very youthful me.

Yet Christmas Eve will come, I know, and in the church I'll sit,
And sing the old familiar carols, while the church is candle lit.
And then the time will come, when we'll all stand for that story
Of a baby child, and a star so bright, and a wintry night of glory.

Now if you are a little like me, you'll stand there with a tear.
And sing so faithfully the tune that in our hearts we bear,
Of Silent Night so holy, so quiet, and so calm,
The soothing melody you know, is to the soul, a balm.

So when you are a-singing, think of me and I'll think of you,
And I will pray a little prayer, of good things old and new,
For you and for your family, and peace, and joy and love,
And whisper all my prayers, to the sparkling stars above.

Merry Christmas to one and all......
From Ye Olde Batt, Teapot, and the Daughters