“Christmas Eve” by Monty Edwards

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Christmas Eve

‘Twas the night before Christmas,

But I could not sleep.

I hit on a plan

And began counting sheep.


I got to one hundred,

But still was awake,

Which soon had me wond’ring

How long it would take.


I had to keep going –

What else could I do?

So soon I was up to

Two hundred and two.


When passing three hundred

I started to fret,

Then, reaching four hundred

I got quite upset.


As five hundred came

I  was ready to weep,

And can you believe it?

I cried myself to sleep!

“DAD’S BBQ” by Ron Marsh

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My father had a bullock

I don’t know where he found it

The council man came by one day

And said he must impound it


Now Dad said that it can’t be done

Because he’d asked a few

Of his friends and relatives  

To a barbecue


The bull heard this,and with a roar

He headed for the hills

He had no plans for barbecues

And salad for the frills


So dad and all the family

And some of his good friends

Had barbecue of vegetables

And other odds and ends


“A Clean Green Christmas” by Celia Berrell


“Twas the night before Christmas.

No cards have been sent.

No presents are wrapped,

there’s no tree to augment.

No air tickets purchased

to family events.

If we choose to “go green”

well that’s what is meant.


Instead, give to charity,

make our own jam

to give to the family

rather than ham.

Avoid plastic tinsel.

As home decorator

only use hand-made

from wool, wood or paper.


The night before Christmas

we chose to go green

and help to keep Earth’s

environment clean.


inspired by the New Scientist’s article on how to HAVE A GREEN CHRISTMAS


“1942” by Katherine Gallagher

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They’d hoped he’d be back for Christmas –

the lights shining down on him, the tree

somehow shielding off the horror. A break.

The family hadn’t seen him as a soldier,

in his uniform, among harvested paddocks,

the dried stubble that pricked your legs.


Arriving home, he said Merry Christmas,

hugged people and slapped them on the back.

Wandered about the place, eyes crinkled

with strain, lines dug

into his forehead. So young, he seemed

to be either laughing or very sad

as though, in between,

there was nothing.

(From Tigers on the Silk Road, Arc Publications, 2000)

Prompt #33 “Twas the night before Christmas”

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Can you write a poem starting with this line?

“Twas the night before Christmas”

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During January 2019 we will run another Spotlight month. For the next three weeks if you would like a sample of your poetry scheduled in January, please send me 3-4 poems in one word document. If you are working on something new and want to write a promo for it please include this in the text. It would be wonderful to get more poems than needed for this month. The spares would go in the waiting room ready to fill in spots in 2019.

As well this week please have a read and a look through one of our regular contributors blog post

“Celia’s Picure Book-Poetry Party 2018”



And this weeks funny:


”Kookaburra” by Stephanie Boase


Kookaburra sits

On a clothes line tall,

Carefully surveying

The urban sprawl.


Spying a movement

In the grass,

He swoops down swiftly.

Dinner at last!


Won’t you laugh kookaburra,

Laugh for me?

Your life is so much harder

Than it used to be.




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down the


tree sliding

far t o o fast




down the


tree watch me

s a i l i n g past




down the


tree through the

lights I’ll z o o m




down the






what a



   James Aitchison

“Giving” by JR Poulter with Teacher Notes

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Christmas sees the shops decked decorous decorations and advertising urging everyone to spend, spend spend! It has become for many a self-centred and money driven season where oneupmanship is all too evident!
However, in its origin, it is a Christian celebration of God’s gift to mankind, a Saviour who put aside his divinity to become a human like us and ‘save us’ from our worst selves.
The poem draws attention to the plight of those for whom it might not be a happy, let alone a joyous season. For  homeless folk, the Christmas season is made even harder because it  highlights all they DO NOT have.
Activity: [1.] Make a list of the things you have at Christmas that a homeless person might not have.
[2.] Make a list of things that could be done in a practical way to make things better for a homeless person at Christmas.
Christmas is also a bad time for many animals, such as the stray in the poem.
More pets find themselves homeless at this time of year than any other.
Discussion: Why do you think this might be so? What could be done to try and prevent this situation?
Articles by the RSPCA identify summer holidays, our biggest holiday period, as also recording an increase in the number of pets ‘dumped’. 
The old stray in the poem, probably had a home once. 
Activity: Write a short story or poem about  how you think the ‘old stray’ might have become homeless.
OR, draw a comic strip illustrating the story of how the ‘old stray’ became homeless.
Research and Discussion: There are organisations that rescue  cats and dogs and other animals that become strays. Make a list of such organisations in your area. Find out  more about each of them. What do they have in common? How do they go about finding homes for  the animals they rescue? Find at least one story from each organisation that has a ‘happy ending’ for an animal they rescued. Share at least one of those stories with the class.
The poet adopted a rescue cat earlier this year. He is a black cat, aged between one year and 18 months, that was dumped in the bush at Millmeran. Fortunately, a local woman rescued him and he found his way to the animal rescue run by Yeronga Veterinary Clinic. That is where the poet found him and it was love at first site! He is the most companionable kitty and she can’t imagine being without her little furry friend!