I need to know
I need to know
but you won't say, what went wrong for you today. A door closed shut it was plain to see and you became distant, even to me. It seemed as if to utter a word was not an option, even to those who cared. You plunged into a place so dark and sad that your life for now seems almost mad. Yet at the end of the tunnel a light will shine. It is those who love you, waiting patiently in line. Snow
White and fluffy,
soft yet hard, it lays thick and cold in your own backyard. More flakes flutter down to add to what's there, by morning the covering will be everywhere. It's solid and frozen, cold just like ice, you'll be rolling and tumbling much like a dice. Next day it may melt and won't be much better all slushy and dirty you'll be a lot wetter. At last it will go and we'll all jump for joy, except for our children who think snow's a toy. 
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'Tis the day before Christmas
'Tis the day before Christmas and all through the house everyone is stirring even a mouse. The kids are at it, screaming and more carol singers sing out then knock on the door. The phone joins in springing to life Husband’s still shopping it’s a message for wife There are no turkeys to be found he is trawling the shops going round and round. Mum goes back, to yet more chores, as the kids race round slamming the doors. The day continues going from bad to worse, Christmas or not out slips a curse. But in due course the kids go to bed, sleep is evasive, Santa fills a child's head The adults now have to creep up and down, helping Santa leave gifts, without a frown. Finally they too go to their bed straight to sleep, the sleep of the dead. Two hours later, or so it seems, the kids are awake, they can hear their screams. “Look what he’s brought me”, shout Kerry and Pete, whilst poor Mum and Dad, simply wish for more sleep. |
Beauty
Eyes closed tight
against the day. Peacefully sleeping the morning away. A hint of a smile plays on her face sweet and delicate just like lace . With the lightest touch I sweep her hair away from those eyes, still not aware, that someone is watching with love and with awe amazed at the beauty in every pore. A muffled noise in the yard and those eyes open now startled for a moment she crinkles her brow. But they gaze up at me so trusting and blue my beautiful baby, my beautiful you. Read more here
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Santa Claus
When I was young it seemed strange to me that at Christmas time I would sit on the knee, of a rather fat man all dressed in red who on Christmas Eve left presents on my bed. Just how this man travelled here and then there I was not sure and so I would stare when Santa appeared at our school or a store and then in a flash be gone through the door. How could this man ride on a sleigh that flew through the sky on our special day? How could he give to so many so fast such beautiful toys that were made to last?. The strangest thing though was that on Christmas night he would climb down our chimney, which must have been tight. So that when we awoke, so early next day, our presents were there but not Santa's sleigh. Still, as we all know, now we are grown, mostly its magic that brings Santa to our home Its best not to wonder just how things appear but enjoy what you are given for Christmas this year. Merry Christmas Everyone. |
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