A slightly overdue Christmas poem |
Season’s Greetings (Part One) The cat sat on the mat On a quiet Christmas eve On the mat it sat Whilst the children who believe Lay anxious curled up sleeping Dreaming of the day A day so slowly creeping When Santa mounts his sleigh Pulled the night shift once again Though grumble, he will not As adults mix the grape and grain Wine mulled… and Eggnog tots With presents under trees, now stowed, and stockings stuffed to burst Bucks Fizz lined up in a row To quench a festive thirst Turkey in the oven, roast, sprouts out on the stove Pans bubble overseen by hosts Whilst guests hungrily drove Mince pies piled up on plates And nuts laid out in bowls Crackers we’ll be pulling late, and Holly decked through halls With carrots for the reindeer Laid out on the hearth To raise their burden, cheer Strengthening their path And up there in the starlit sky Santa’s sleigh soars true Through the wind and rain it flies The deer pull it through Meanwhile, sitting on the mat The cat he takes his place On the mat, its smugly sat Observing shadows race Silhouettes, moon cast on full Sleigh bells ring out of sight Merry Christmas to you all And to you all… good night |