Daily Archives: December 21, 2015

Happy Christmas!

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Nearly
Christmas?
Really?
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I recall
Christmas, the thudding,
ticking wait, the classroom preparations;
the glitter, paper, tape, the stickiness, as we
fashioned our paper decorations, that special
hand-painted Christmas card carefully inscribed
“lots of love to mum and dad”, the crooning
carols, the school nativity play, the
adult reminder that we should
remember the unfortunate
children, far away,
on the brink of
starva
tio
n
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*
no
gifts at
the end of
their thin
beds
*
*
the
impatient
count-down to the
final day after breaking
up for the thrilling holiday,
the carefully covered
frayed tempers
*
*
our
devious hunt
for artlessly hidden
gifts, always found tucked
beneath clothing, in the
back of a bedroom
cupboard
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*
the
night before
the big day, we went
quickly to bed, with plans
to stay awake, but we
let ourselves down,
and slept.
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*
then,
one of us would waken
early, so early, scrabbling for the christmas
stocking and the house would come to life, disturbing
mum and dad, who had hoped that this time, we would let
them sleep a little later, but it was not to be, and soon they
would rise from their bed and we all went downstairs, to a
room transformed overnight by greenery and glitter.
it was the only day of the year when we were
allowed to skip breakfast and eat less
healthy fare, but we had to wait
until our parents had
broken their fast
before giving
our gifts.
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yes, it’s nearly
here again and I wish all of
my friends at word-press and
elsewhere, my family and
the strangers I’ve never,
and may never meet,
love, peace and
all the best
always.
xxx
x

©Jane Paterson Basil

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