When toward my bed I stumble
My wife
greets me with a grumble
“Hello my
little apple crumble”
I say as in
her nightgown I fumble
My advances
are met with a mumble
“Dearest,
my desire is quite humble
A little
bit of rough and tumble”
Her reply
is yet another mumble
But we did
have a Christmas fumble
Christmas is the perfect time
For the
perfect Christmas rhyme
So when the
bells of Christmas chime
Have the happiest Christmas time
Last year at the Christmas fair
I reached
for my wallet and it wasn’t there
I was going
to report my cards stolen
But I
didn’t bother I must declare
As the
thieves spent considerably less
Than my
extravagant wife Claire
Julie (Jeanne Neilson) and Austin Locke (Eric Jay Beck) are devastated when
they learn their young son, Dax, has cancer.
Their story
is told through the eyes of Megan
Walsh (Candace Cameron Bure) a busy
wife and mother who reads Julie’s blog about the time spent at St Jude’s
hospital.
As she reads the blog she learns to put her own life into perspective
while the Locke’s have to face the fact that their son is going to die and that
he won’t live until Christmas, but with courage, determination and faith, they
give Dax one last Christmas, even if it is in October.
You might think the death of a child an unusual component for a
Christmas story but far from being morbid it is an uplifting story which makes
you think.
Mulled wine and eggnog, a schooner of sherry
Baileys and
Babycham to keep the girls merry
Singing
along as Bing Crosby sings
These are a
few of my favourite things
On the north winds they come
Blown in on
Decembers icy blast
Unwelcome
visitors come calling
The ghosts
of Christmas past
Creeping in
with happier memories
Standing
out in stark contrast
Sad
memories best forgotten
The ghosts
of Christmas past
Christmas is our favourite celebration
In fact it
is the most special occasion
A time to
express what is in our hearts
The moment
the festive season starts
For we have
the most heartfelt wish
For those
whose love we truly cherish.
