“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.

“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!

Christmas Eve by Monty Edwards

“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

“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

Her First Christmas / Christmas Trees by Virginia Lowe

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HER FIRST CHRISTMAS

 

The pillow case

packed with

carefully chosen gifts

all wrapped

 

Adoring parents

on the end of the bed

 

The toddler

still in bed

unwraps each one

enjoying the paper

the ribbons and bows

 

Mother sits on

impatient hands

Each item

so carefully chosen

carefully wrapped

is carefully unwrapped

carefully explored

before going on

to the next

Mother cannot bear it.

 

-0-

 

CHRISTMAS TREES

 

So many different trees

over the years

all decorated with the same ornaments

Kitsch jewellery from op shops

small wooden toys

peg angels from kinder

crocheted balls from Prague

red and silver tinsel

 

The traditional pine branch

shoved in a bucket,

held up by soil and bricks

the bucket covered in layers

of red and white crepe paper

 

Then the traditional

little growing tree

faithfully planted out

but never seeming to thrive

afterwards

 

One year it was a huge green

flower-shaped succulent

others it has been branches

broken from the leafy elm

 

As a child one year

we had a huge eucalyptus branch

touching the ceiling

Big enough to carry balloons

and a present for each person

present at my party

It had been Dad’s family tradition

but Mother disapproved

of the twigs and needles

dropped on her lounge-room carpet.

and of his family

So never again!

 

Virginia Lowe
(sent 18 December; 6 December 2017)

 

 

Poem of the Day

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When Sammy Woke Up One Morning

By Pamela Ueckerman

 

When Sammy woke up one morning,
He discovered a note by his bed,
“I’m travelling up to the North Pole,
To meet the toy maker,” it said.

“We’ve been together forever,”
The letter continued to say,
“And now you no longer need me,
I’ve decided to go away.”

“I know that you got me for Christmas,
That I was left under the tree,
I came through the chimney with Santa,
As he was the one who made me.”

“So I’m leaving this morning to meet him,
Don’t know if I’ll ever be back,
But watch out for something this Christmas,
That Santa may bring in his sack.”

The signature down at the bottom,
Was hurriedly scribbled in blue,
The name that it spelled out so simply,
Was that of his teddy bear Boo.

Now Sammy was quivering sadly,
He’d miss his favourite friend,
The bond that he had with his teddy,
Had come to a curious end.

Meanwhile in Sammy’s back garden,
Our brave bear was not far at all,
He’d been smuggled outside with the laundry,
But couldn’t climb over the wall.

He thought that his travels were over,
He hung his poor head in despair,
When at once a grey pigeon named Peter,
Hoisted him into the air.

They travelled for hours and hours,
Over mountain and desert and sea,
When at last the pigeon released him,
And Boo landed BUMP in a tree.

He looked all around and below him,
He didn’t know how far he’d come,
But the coldness was making him shiver,
And his poor little nose was quite numb.

He spotted an eagle close by him,
And begged for a ride to go forth,
A ship took him into the Arctic,
And from there on it wasn’t far north.

As Christmas grew nearer and nearer,
So Boo journeyed on to the end,
And Sammy grew yet more excited,
To learn what he’d get from his friend.

As dawn broke on Christmas Day morning,
Sammy could not wait to see,
Had Boo Bear succeeded his mission?
What would there be under the tree?

But just then he noticed his stocking,
Right there at the end of his bed,
And poking right out of the top,
Was a tattered teddy bear head.

The head was dirty and soggy,
And matted with leaves and mud too,
But Sammy jumped up in amazement,
For that teddy bear head was his Boo!

With care he took Boo from the stocking,
And gently he shook off some dirt,
Then Sammy saw something intriguing,
A letter was pinned to Boo’s shirt!

Sammy unpinned it with caution,
And opened it there on the bed,
The note was signed “Boo” at the bottom,
And following is what it said:

“I’ve travelled the world to the Arctic,
And what an adventure I’ve had,
I met with the reindeer and Santa,
But now that I’m home I’m quite glad.”

Well Sammy could not quite believe it,
The bear was back home safe and well,
And as to all of Boo’s secrets,
Sadly the bear wouldn’t tell.

Now Boo and the boy are quite happy,
They travel around having fun,
And as for the bear and his letters,
Since then there hasn’t been one.