People push through crowded aisles,
Grabbing sprouts and Maris Pipers
In the hope they won’t forget
Important stuff like cranberry sauce
Or pigs in blankets, stuffing too.
And then there’s husbands and the dads,
Racing through the clothing racks
To buy the presents they forgot.
In silent bedrooms mums are wrapping
Like the Christmas elves they are,
Gin and tonic on the floor
With the paper, bows and tape,
Soon they’ll creep down to the tree
And lay down gifts in artful piles.
And as the midnight bells will ring
They gather in the village church
For Mass that’s lit my candlelight,
Remembering the baby’s birth,
The star, the manger and the inn
That started all this festive joy.
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Have a very merry Christmas,
Rachel xx
clcouch123
The detail in the poem is highly engaging, the kind of detail I can relate to plus the kind that happens in your region that I can learn about. The diction and the rhythm make for sonorous verse. I enjoy both the sardonic and the somber elements in the text.
patientandkindlove
thank you!
David M. Green
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Rachel!
crispina kemp
Happy Christmas, Rachel. May 2021 see you reach new heights
patientandkindlove
And you too! Let’s hope 2021 is better for everybody (although I can’t complain as I have had so many good things come into my life this year)
crispina kemp
2020 hasn’t been bad for me, so far. But we must be prepared for a dip before things get better. It is in the nature of the new year
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