Monday, Memories: Homeless at Christmas

I do  not  know  who  this  man is but  I have used his  face more  than once when  writing  about  compassion. There  is  something  in his  eyes that  reach out  telling  his  story pain, grief  rejection it is  all there!

I used  his  face  last  at Christmas while I was  talking  about  Crisis at Christmas .  Crisis is  the National Charity  for single  hopeless people. They  are dedicated  to  helping  people  and  giving  them a chane  to change  their life’s for the better, to give  them hope.

The  Charity  works  all year  round of  course  but  they  also do  Crisis at Christmas.  Volunteers spend a  fortnight  cooking, providing  a  warm place  to stay  for those  lost and lonely people. They  give  them new  clothes, a  hair cut   and  also help  them  to change  their  lives if  they  want  to. They  help  with  finding somewhere  to live  or a job  interview .

They  show  real  compassion  they  help  and  they are unpaid and  they  really  make  a  difference.

Song Lyric Sunday

This  is  part of  HelenEspinosa’s Song Lyric Sunday. Again I  am late   but  I  could  not  miss  a  chance to  share  the  most  amazing   Christmas  song  ever  written!

Pogues – Fairytale Of New York Lyrics

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about youGot on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come trueThey’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

Songwriters: JEREMY FINER, SHANE MACGOWAN

Fairytale Of New York lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP

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I love  this  song  it  always  reminds of  Christmas.  It is  about life  in  all it’s  colours! ….sorry  late  again!

If we were having Coffee : Late again!

 

If we were having Coffee: The weather  is  getting  distinctly  wintry, fogs, rain,  and  cold so  lets  all go inside  and  be  comfy by  the fire.  I  can  still entertain  you  all  with tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster

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Do join in
If we were having Coffee: I would  have  to  say  I  truly  wish  I  could  have just  one  day  when there  was  not  a  trauma, a  problem when I  end up  being  knee  deep in  shit! Okay  that  is  my  moan  done  and out of  the  way!

If we were having Coffee: I  would  say  it is  nice  to  be  home but  sneakily  I  do  miss the  wonderful  weather  and  the  sea! Here  it  is  wet , dull  and  damp! The  temperature here is  unusually  mild  for  this  time of  the  year 11 degrees  but they have  actually  been  as high  as  13 degrees!  We  should  all be  really cold  and  shivering  by  now?

If we  were  having coffee:  I tell you the  tree is  up  and  so is  the  Christmas  wreath I  made  last  year.

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The tree looks a little blue!

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As  you  can  see  I  have  dressed  the  tree  slightly  differently  this  year  I  still have  all  the  little  decorations  that  make up  the  memory  tree  but  the  blue  lights  make it look  very  different!

The special Memory Tree

If we  were having Coffee : I would  have  to  say  that  even  though  I  promised  to  be  up  to  speed  with  my  blog  by  Sunday  just  gone   but  I  have  failed! This  week  is  the  run  up  to Christmas  after  all and  I  keep  meeting  myself  coming  backwards! I  am  trying  honest  I  am!

Here are  some  photos  of  what  i  am  missing!

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If we were having Coffee Original idea  from http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s
Love to you all

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