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.

Christmas Fayre

Rush, rush, buy, buy, spend , spend get this, get that get it all

Grab those treats no matter how large or how small.

15 days to Christmas how much luca  can you splash.

How far can you thrash the cash?

Lots of booze too much food, expensive presents. You don’t need, Don’t you think all this show is  crude and full of greed.

Don’t forget the fairy lights

They sparkle on the Christmas Tree lighting up the nights.

Push that trolley girl, grab those deals spend all your lolly

Oh! it is all so happy it is all so full of light,

Open your eyes, love, see the plight.

google images

Makes no difference to this young lad

Lost and missing the family Christmas he never had.

He is tired and cold out on the streets no home no job  barely 20yrs old.

No peace or joy  for him out on the streets  so cold.

Or there is Kay she was born on a Christmas Day but that only seems to make it worse,

She was made to feel less important than a curse.

Her house was always short on  happiness  not to mention care

It was always worse at Christmas. Lost and unloved it’s not fair.

So many people homeless in the cold,

Hungry, dirty  poverty isn’t fussy some are   young   and some are old.

You will pass them in the street,

As you are rushing, off  your friends to meet.

You might give them a sideways look,

Slip them some change, there that is you off the hook.

As you enjoy your festive fayre stop and think of those poor souls, outside freezing, is that fair.

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Lost and lonely at Christmas this happens every year,

It is not nice to know,it is not good to hear.

So avert your eyes so you don’t  Know

Or see that sadly every year the numbers grow.

Why does this happen why do they leave their home,

Is it fair that they feel it is safer  to be out on the streets alone.

Look around you, see what you have, lovely children , husband and  home

So spare a thought, or even better lend a hand

To these  people all alone. Give some time I promise you, you will feel grand.

 

Christmas Fayre

Christmas fayre

Rush, rush, buy, buy, spend , spend get this, get that get it all grab those treats no matter how large or how small.

Thirty five days to Christmas how much luca  can you splash. How far can you thrash the cash? Lots of booze too much food, expensive presents. You don’t need, don’t you think all this show is  crude and full of greed.

Don’t forget the fairy lights they sparkle on the Christmas Tree lighting up the nights.

Push that trolley girl, grab those deals spend all your lolly Oh! it is all so happy it is all so full of light , open your eyes, love, see the plight.

google images

Makes no difference to this young lad which ever way up he feels lost and missing the family Christmas he never had. He is tired and cold out on the streets no home no job  barely 20yrs old.

Or there is Kay she was born on a Christmas Day but that only seems to make it worse, she was made to feel less important than a curse. Her house was always short on  happiness  not to mention care it was always worse at Christmas. Lost and unloved it’s not fair.

So many people homeless in the cold. hungry, dirty    poverty isn’t fussy some are   young   and some are old.

You will pass them in the street, rushing , busy off to parties your friends to meet. You might give them a sideways look, slip them some change, there that is you off the hook. As you enjoy your festive fayre stop and think of those poor souls, outside freezing, is that fair.

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Lost and lonely at Christmas this happens every year, it is not nice to know,it is not good to hear. So avert your eyes so you don’t see that sadly every year the numbers grow.

Why does this happen why do they leave their homes , is it fair that they feel it is safer  to be out on the streets alone. Look around you, see what you have, lovely children , husband and  home so spare a thought, or even better lend a hand to these  people all alone. Give some time I promise you, you will feel grand.

 

 

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