Christmas Cheer

Image from Pixabay.

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?

Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife Uncle Nobby can rob a young child of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends, Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

One Liner Wednesday

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.”
George Carlin

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Mary and Jo Day 9

Now Herod is a an angry man he is insecure and so tended to grab what he can.

He owns herod.com and is mean and cruel, working his employee’s until they drop. Wages rarely went up they just got cropped.

He had set up his company in his kingdom, Judia. Yes that is where Mares and Jo had to go. That’s why they were here. Oh! that Herod he would squeeze every one to the max not worrying about anyone as long as they paid the tax.

News had reached him about magi.com’s research into the new star that had travelled towards the west then inexplicably stopped over Bethlehem.

This being in his kingdom was a threat to him. He had invited the three founders members of magi.com to a big corporate bash as he was after information for once he was ready to splash the cash.
No expense was spared he greeted the three visitors as if he was really pleased to see them. The food was excellent and the wine was too and the room was amazing and even had a great view.

After dinner the talk turned to the star and the new software that magi.com where developing along lines stellar. They were happy to share some of their work until he mentioned the fact of the new king’s prophesied birth, when his face took on a nasty look of scorn. Something in his attitude set the three on their guard they politely took their leave. Secretly vowing to keep their results to themselves however hard.

The limo arrived for the three wise men. Herod ask them to visit after they had found the new king and give him the whereabouts so he too could visit him. As the chauffeur whisked them away they all decided to tell that man nothing! NO WAY!

Herod was angry and he sent out spies to all parts of Judia to find the king and bring him the news of his birthplace so he could delete him! There was no room for another to rein and Herod was determined to keep his people,workers and his domain.

An evil thought was growing in King Herod’s head if he had all males under one year old slaughtered then certainly this new upstart would be dead.

Back at the now, happy Hotel Delph, the manager was wondering from whence was coming all this new found wealth.

It was Mares and Jo, people where coming from far and wide for the new kings birth all the room where full and some where camping outside.

Mares and Jo though, where slightly distressed and decided that to leave as soon after the birth as was safe would be best. Gabe has been to see Jo again and told of Herod’s plans for the babes and he made it quite plain.

Somehow without being told no one ever mentioned Mares and Jo’s safe and comfy bolt hole.

This is an excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

Christmas Cheer.

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth does it open up and show us all?

The presents around the tree are

They really exactly what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

Are we all relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did everyone get on all day with out thinking someone is a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill? Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink ,

No don’t just chuck those glasses in the sink!
If you are not happy, don’t tell me today

Because Christmas is supposed to be special and so all has to swept up tidy and hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

Uncle nobby  can rob a young child of their peaceful life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still  brutally  angry

Sadly all the bad things do not go away

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

Cosmic Photo prompt… Christmas

This  is  part  of   K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge Christmas.

Rules  and Pingback   here  and  here

I am  sorry  this  is late  but  time  has  been at a premium.

So here it is , sadly  did  not  see  this  little  fellow  at  Christmas  due  to  Chickenpox and  96yr old  Mother in laws  not  mixing  well … but  to  me  this  photo  says  it  all! CHRISTMAS!

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#CosPhoChal

God Rest Yes Merry Gentle

Rejoice 

Christmas Fear

Everyone  is  rushing  here  and  rushing  there

Yet I  feel  empty  and  sad  and  just don’t care .

The  Christmas  spirit  has  passed  me by

Things  are  happening  that make  me want  to cry.

 

I feel  the  dark  dog  creeping up on  me

I am scared. trouble  ahead is  all I see.

An unguarded word  is all it can take

And  the  thin  veil of  joy  will crumble  and break.

 

Please let me  find  a quite  and  safe  place

Let  me  hide  and  cover  my  face.

The  knots in  my  stomach  begin to tighten.

Here comes  the black  dog  and I am frightened

 

 

One Liner Wednesday: Festive Fun.

What does Rudolph want for Christmas? A pony sleigh station! 

Source: 

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday. #1linerWeds

Rules and Pingback here 

Homeless At Christmas

I  originally wrote  this in  December  2013  but it is  still relevant .

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day? Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December  snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

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The little Match Girl.

The little Match Girl.

This post is my interpretation of one of my favourite Christmas  stories “The little match girl it was  written by Hans Christian Anderson. I have always loved the story and so I have put it in to my favourite medium, verse. First  posted Dec 2011

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It had been so very cold for days,

All the children were out playing on their slays.

Happy children healthy children in the snow at play

When they saw the bare foot child watching they simply looked away.

She had been out since 6am,

In her  woollen shawl  over her dress with the ragged hem.

Her mother had lent her, her clogs

but they were to big and had been  stolen by some dogs.

She had an apron full of matches and some bundles in her hand

She had to sell them all but today there had been no demand.

Try as she may she had not sold a single box all day.

Looking wistfully at the other children, she so longed to play.

The weather had been bitter when she left that morning

Struggling through the day she was even colder now as the temperatures were falling.

The sun had been gone for a while now and as the clouds revealed the moon

She said a silent prayer for someone  to come and buy her matches soon.

As she crossed the road she spied a street lamp down the ally

On the corner the yellow light look inviting she hoped that it might warm her.

Pressing herself against into a corner wall in hopes of getting heat

She was so cold from the top of her head right down to her tiny feet.

In despair she lit a match she watch the flame begin to catch.

Feeling the short lived heat just made her,want to  her action repeat.

No longer fearing her father’s anger she lit match after match

And as she did her wishes and hopes a glimpse she’d catch.

The first one showed her a happy home

With mother and father and children, no one alone.

All happily at a brimming table

With food to eat as much as they were able.

Reaching out to take some food

The flame went out and she was back in the ally crude.

Without a second to waste she lit another match in haste .

This time she was in a warm living room with Christmas tree and presents.

Then Just like before the match died, she  cried.

Taking out another match

She desperately wanted another scene to catch .

The magic of the match did her delight

A sun kissed sky where  she watched  a soaring  a kite.

OH! no she only had one match left

What was  she to do.

There was really nothing for it though

She did fear the anger of her father.

Trying to rise, her feet she could not feel nor her legs,

She could move no further.

She was so cold and tired and now the last match had expired.

So cold was she that she fell into a deep, deep sleep,

A sleep that put her into the good  Lord God’s keep.

In the last dreams of her little and unhappy life

She saw her Nan and her heart took flight.

For Nan had been dead these last two years

But in her dying heart she felt no fear.

For she was now safe that Nan was here.

Nan took here up into her arms

Her loving voice worked as a balm

To sooth her pain and make her warm

And lets rejoice for she is now out of harm!

Safe in Nana’s arms.

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