“Christmas Quest” by Monty Edwards

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Christmas Quest

 

Oh where can I find him?

It’s now Christmas Day.

It seems that we’ve lost him

Somewhere on the way.

 

I thought we might find him

At shops in the mall,

Or at Christmas parties,

But few signs at all.

 

I can’t see him hiding

There under the tree,

Amongst all the gifts

For my family and me!

 

When we sang all the carols

We called out his name,

But soon we forgot

Why it was that he came:

 

For he lived here among us

To teach and to guide

And to pay for our wrongs

Through the death that he died.

 

This Jesus now lives,

So the gospels declare.

Young and old who still seek him

Find this Saviour’s right there.

”A Homeless Christmas” by James Aitchison

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A HOMELESS CHRISTMAS

’Twas the night before Christmas and I sat alone

In my usual doorway that I called my own.

The people rushed past me, laden with shopping,

They saw what I was but passed without stopping.

Some kids laughing brightly skipped past full of joy

And made me remember when I was a boy.

Carols were playing, and we sang round a tree:

Daddy and mummy, and my sister and me.

Often I’ve wondered how it all came unstuck —

’twas sometimes bad choices, and sometimes bad luck.

But who can I blame while the world is so gay,

’cause tomorrow will be just one more lost day.

                                                   James Aitchison

A great reminder to give to someone this Christmas Eve who has fallen on hard times.

 

 

Valued Gifts by Celia Berrell

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Perhaps the most enduring gifts

from Christmas-tide festivities

are not the items bought in shops

but things that make prized memories.

 

From moments filled with laughter at

some zany fun activity

to having simply helped someone

through using our proclivity.

 

Your Grandma will delight in any

art or craftwork made by you.

Our love and personality are

captured in the things we do.

 

Our presence time and talents shared

are valued gifts both rich and wise.

They’re cherished in fond memories

much more than any merchandise.

 

 

“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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DAD’S BARBECUE

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

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“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

https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg24032061-100-green-christmas-how-to-have-an-ethical-and-guilt-free-festive-season/

“1942” by Katherine Gallagher

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1942

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)

”Kookaburra” by Stephanie Boase

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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.

 

 

“NOT IN GOOD SHAPE FOR CHRISTMAS” by James Aitchison

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I

am

sliding

down the

Christmas

tree sliding

far t o o fast

I

am

sliding

down the

Christmas

tree watch me

s a i l i n g past

I

am

sliding

down the

Christmas

tree through the

lights I’ll z o o m

I

am

sliding

down the

Christmas

tree TINKLE

SMASH AND BOOM

oh

no

what a

mess

 

   James Aitchison

“Giving” by JR Poulter

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