Little Jack Horner 
Sat in the corner, 
Eating his curds and whey. 
Little Miss Muffet 
Fell off her tuffet, 
And frightened Jack Horner away.

 

A ham sat on the table,
It was not alone,
Beside it sat a turkey,
Its origin unknown.
A bowl of sweet potato,
Another full of peas,
Carrots, baked potato,
Enough for all to please.
A jug filled with gravy,
Waiting to be poured,
Broccoli in the centre,
Which cannot be ignored.
A table blessed with offerings,
A scrumptious fare,
A merry Christmas dinner,
A feast for all to share.
 

The smell of pine needles,
Infiltrates the room,
A reminder that Christmas,
Is coming very soon.
Baubles hang from branches,
Tinsel wrapped around,
Scattered down below,
Are presents on the ground.
The Christmas tree is shining,
A sight to behold,
It’s bright and inviting,
A tradition to behold.

Is it hoofs on the roofs
Or hooves on the rooves?
I really want to know.
Or is it hoofs on the roof
Or hooves on the roof,
Please tell me: yes, or no?

Reindeer hooves
Landing on rooves,
Or reindeer hoofs
Landing on roofs —
I don't know which to believe.
But the reindeer don't care
As they fly here and there,
So have a happy Christmas Eve!
 

Photo by Celia Berrell

The old year has almost gone,
And what a year it's been!
So much Covid, so much grief,
The very worst I've seen.

And now a new year beckons;
I wonder, what will it bring?
We can't predict the future,
It might hold anything.

But let me say, here and now,
Before the year's begun,
I pray for peace and safety
For you and everyone!

It's not the lights and tinsel,
It's not the pretty tree,
It's not the piles of presents
That are in the heart of me.

It's the thought of others
Whose lives are in distress.
They need our help at Christmas, 
So they too will feel blessed.