The Monday Musings: What Christmas Means to Me

What Christmas Means to Me

Christmas comes but once a year,
St. Nick, Mince Pies, Red Nosed Reindeer,
Trees with tinsel, lights aglow,
The ever hopeful dreams of snow

The always stressful search for gifts,
Late deliveries, feeling miffed.
The Tesco run, fist-fights for sprouts
That on the day are soon cast out

The smell of Turkey wafting through,
The stomach prep, ready to chew,
Through mounds of food, though some to leave,
For leftover sarnies through New Year’s Eve

The pudding comes, no-one can eat,
Though one attempts this incredible feat,
A half hour battle of great willpower,
Before the custard’s at last devoured

And round the tree presents unwrapped,
The kids excited, their parents sapped,
To stand up now would be a fight,
The belts are loose, the trousers tight

The Festive films will soon be on,
Miracle, Elf, Muppets in song,
Scrooge is a miser, not Kermit’s son,
God Bless us each and every one

But Christmas is a family time,
For some of worship most divine,
For others a chance just to reflect,
On what’s important, how we’re blessed

As Driving Home for Christmas plays,
And Santa’s elves fill up the sleigh,
A car boot filled with festive cheer,
To bring to those we hold most dear

So Merry Christmas one and all,
Enjoy it, laugh and have a ball,
For ’tis the most wonderful time,
So let those sleigh bells ring and chime.