TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS # 8

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the abode

Came the rancid smell like an un-emptied commode

It made your eyes water to be perfectly crude

Wow this baby needs to start eating solid food

DECEMBER SKY

 

Under the rich December sky

Breath plumed in the frost filled air

The winter sky sparkled with stars

Like diamonds stitched to the curtain of night

The moon was almost full

And from that December moon

The lunar light bathed the landscape

So that light sparkled on the ice crystals

Creating a myriad of twinkling stars

To mimic their celestial cousins

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS # 4

 

All I want for Christmas

Is the special girl I love

All I want for Christmas

Is my angel from above

 

She need not be wrapped

And tied up with a bow

I’ll take her as she is

Smiling face aglow

 

Any other Christmas gift

Is valueless to me

I just want my angel

Beneath the Christmas tree

 

So on Christmas day

As we stand beside the tree

I will take her in my arms

And kiss her tenderly

THE BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIES EVER – ANGELS SING (2013)

 

As a child, Michael Walker (Harry Connick Jr.) wished every day could be Christmas, but one year a tragic accident crushed his holiday spirit.

Thirty years later, Michael still can't muster any Christmas joy, despite encouragement from his playful wife Susan (Connie Britton) and well-intentioned parents. But when his young son David (Chandler Canterbury) comes face to face with a tragedy himself, Michael needs to come to terms with his past.

This begins when he meets a mysterious man named Nick (Willie Nelson) who gives Michael a gift which instils in him the courage to find the joy that he lost.

Fionnula Flanagan, Lyle Lovett and Kris Kristofferson also star in this touching Christmas Movie.

SANTA’S TOYS

 

When Santa was a boy

No bigger than an elf

He was in the workshop

Making toys himself

But he has no time now

For making his own toys

Because he’s out delivering

To all the girls and boys

CHRISTMAS AGAIN

 

The advent candle is lit again

The Christmas cards are writ again

Beneath the tree gifts sit again

We’ve overspent a bit again

 

The Christmas table is set again

Our loved ones are met again

We drink a toast of wet again

And say merry Christmas yet again

JANUARY BLUES

 

I hate the month of January

Every single day from New Years day

To the 31^st day

I hate the month of January

With every fibre of my being

You may say it’s just the January blues

That colours my views        

But it’s much deeper than that.

It’s always such a long depressing month

With dreary weather and miserable people

It’s the inevitable aftermath

That follows a joyful Christmas

Its going back to work to the same depressing job

You so happily left behind you on Christmas Eve

It’s the empty bank account

And the look ahead at the five long weeks till payday

Its New Years resolutions and not keeping them

I hate the month of January

From day one, new years day

With it’s reminder of things to come

Another bloody awful year ahead

January fills me with dread