Running Ragged

I always seem to get stressed out on the run up to Christmas and this year is no exception, in fact Christmas seems to be catching up on me even quicker than usual. I have been so busy lately I have hardly made a start on the preparations.

What I intended to write about today has gone out of the window. I got very little sleep last night for some reason and I have spent most of today trying to do some Christmas shopping. Not without some success of course, I have managed to buy a fair few of the gifts that need to be posted but there are still some outstanding and I haven’t started on the ones for the family members that I will see over the Christmas period, nor all the little extras – stocking fillers, tree presents etc. – that go towards the fun of the day.

Apart from that I have not even thought about decorating the house and setting up the Christmas tree yet and I shall need to give the house a thorough clean first of course. I have not written any Christmas cards, I haven’t made even my first batch of mince pies this year and I have not yet made my Christmas cake. In a weak moment while shopping this morning I did contemplate buying the cake (I have done on a few occasions in the past) but I do prefer home-made and I have already bought the ingredients so it would be a bit of a waste if I just buy one. The recipe I am using requires some of the ingredients to soak overnight so my plan now is to do that preparation this evening and then I will have to make the cake tomorrow afternoon when I get home from my Spanish class.

Talking of which, this week it is my turn to provide the activities and refreshments for the group (we take it in turns) and the preparation for this occupied my weekend. I have an article for them to read and translate about Spanish Christmas customs and then we shall have a fun game about Christmas Carols and songs – at least I hope it will be fun. Each member of the group will draw a piece of paper from a Christmas stocking and must describe in Spanish the carol or song written on the paper without giving the title away and the others must try to guess what it is.

Other intrusions into my Christmas preparation time include a visit to the dentist this week and then, much more enjoyably two Christmas parties – one for the Spanish group and one for my poetry group. Then it is the final run up to the big day and at last a chance to relax as my son and his family are hosting at their house. Then they all come to us to do it all again on Boxing Day, but by then I should be ready.


Christmas Verse 3

Christmas presents 

That’s Christmas

Presents wrapped,
Cake iced,
Mince pies baked,
Turkey sliced.
Crackers snapping
Scare the cat,
Corny jokes,
Silly hat.
Kids asleep now,
Mum’s exhausted.
Peace at last.
That’s Christmas sorted.

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Picture courtesy of Google Images.

Christmas Verse 1

Santa eating a mince pie (line drawing

Father Christmas

Down the chimney from the snow
Comes Father Christmas, face aglow.
There he finds, on safely landing,
Stockings by the fireplace hanging.
From the labels he can see
One each for Dad and Mum and me.
He fills them up with little treats —
Nuts and sugar mice and sweets,
Then takes, before saying his goodbyes,
A glass of wine and some mince pies
Left on the table just for him.
It’s no wonder he’s not slim.

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For the last four years I have attended a poetry group that meets twice a month at the local library. Our last meeting before Christmas is always a bit of a party and the first year I went I produced a poem card of the above poem to give to the other members. I wrote the poem many years ago and, together with the illustration by Ed Davies, it also appears in my children’s poetry book ‘Barking At Nothing’. Since then each Christmas I have produced a poem card to give to the other members and I shall be posting those verses here over the next few days, scheduled in advance as I am taking a break until after Christmas. I hope you enjoy them.

The First Batch

The first batch of mince pies
is baking in the oven,
ready for the party tonight.
Ahhh….the seasonal aroma!
It begins to feel like Christmas.

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