TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS # 35

 

Twas the night before Christmas

And all thru the place

Not a creature was stirring

With not a sound nor a trace

The whole family were next door

Where to their utter disgrace

With the neighbours away

They were robbing the place

CHRISTMAS NEW BORN

 

You came into our lives

A fighter and a screamer

Born to us at Christmas

Just like our redeemer

 

And how we loved you

Right from the very start

But naming you was hard

What name should we impart?

 

Then like a light coming on

The answer rang like a bell

You were born at Christmas

So we would call you Noelle

MY FAVOURITE THINGS AT XMAS # 1

Baubles and bells and candlelight glows

Bright coloured parcels tied up with bows

Candy and spices and popcorn on strings

These are a few of my favourite things

THE BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIES EVER – JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS

 

A young Psychology Professor, Lindsay Rogers (Eloise Mumford) must choose between moving across the country for her dream job, or staying in her hometown to marry the man of her dreams Jason Stewart (Michael Stahl-David).

On the night when Lindsay is offered an Associate Professorship at Harvard and a publishing deal for her thesis, Jason proposes and throws her into a panic.

After talking to her mum, Shannon (Laura Soltis), she goes for a walk to clear her head on a foggy December night and she meets a Coachman (William Shatner), who offers her a ride through the park in his coach and when it is over she has travelled three years into the future and discovers what her life will become, what she will gain and what she will lose.

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS # 34

 

Twas the night before Christmas

And all thru the caravan

Not a creature was stirring

Which wasn’t the plan

But the camp site was flooded

So that was the reason

And would be out of action

For the festive season

CHRISTMAS’S LONG REMEMBERED

Sadly, my parents have gone now my Dad when I was only twenty one and my Mum 15 years later but they live on in my memories especially at Christmas.

I know that for many, Christmas is a nightmare time of year but for me I only have the very best memories of it and many of them.

My dad always said after he’d finished decorating the living room, the odour of emulsion still noticeable “there will be no drawing pins in this ceiling come Christmas”. Of course, come December the ceiling was covered with garlands, bells, stars, foil drops with baubles at the end, balloons, snow men, angels and Santa’s.

Picture were removed and replaced with something more festive, like huge stars or fresh holly and Strings were strung along the walls for the cards to hang on them.

In one corner on a table stood Santa Claus with his cotton wool beard and red crepe paper suit all the more exciting as we children knew he was stuffed full of sweets.

In another corner stood the tree, a tree of epic proportions so tall that the top 14 inches has to cut off in order to get the fairy on. Every branch was full to breaking point with countless baubles, parcels, bells, crackers and tinsels of every colour and beneath it the ever-growing pile of presents.   

With the decorations being my Dad’s field of expertise it was left to my mum to come into her own with everything else.

She would remove the curtains and nets and either replace them with clean or wash and return the originals.

Everything would get the spring clean treatment the sideboard would be adorned with the best linen runner and all the tables would have their own festive doily.

The fruit bowl was filled to overflowing with bananas, Satsuma’s or tangerines and another one of Brazil nuts, almonds, hazel nuts and walnuts.

There was even a Chamber pot decorated with sprigs of holly on the sideboard full of Christmas fare. Smaller bowls would appear over the Christmas period containing peanuts or dates or sugared almonds or chocolate raisins. 

Come the day itself presents were placed by the chair that the recipients were sitting in, when we were younger obviously our presents mysteriously arrived at the foot of the bed in a pillowcase left for the purpose but as we got older, we joined the adults for present opening. 

Mums’ gifts were always piled so high she always had to sit on the sofa in order to fit all her presents on the seat next to her.

She always still had half of them left to open long after the rest of us had finished.

This was the time for us younger family members to examine our gifts more closely while my dad would sit smiling sagely in his chair puffing on his pipe. 

THE TREE OF EVERGREEN

 

A top the tree of evergreen

See the star of Christmas sit

While scattered on its boughs

The coloured lights are lit

 

On the branches baubles hang

Glorious globes of glass delight

Candy canes and little gifts

And silver tinsel twinkling bright

 

And below the tree of evergreen
Adorned in festive dress

Sits the pile of Christmas gifts

Awaited with eagerness