Tag: merry christmas

a marked lack of books under my tree

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Piles of presents draped in sparkles

Bows and ribbons wrapped around

Those lovely soaps and bubble baths.

But then there’s nothing underneath that tree

That slightly looks like hardback books

Filled with stories for this week of boredom

Where I dream of other worlds

With beaches, holidays and handsome men…

I don’t know if there are any other bookish people out there who have the same problem as me – because it is a big problem. I never get any books for Christmas from any of my loved ones.

I think that my family are worried they will buy something that I have either read, or feel very strongly against. But I know other readers suffer this terrible issue because their families think they already have enough books!

I mean, can you imagine?

Anyway, I do believe that Waterstones have a massive sale on at the moment so I can rectify this problem within the next 24 hours.

Merry Christmas everyone, and hope that you got everything you wanted underneath your tree yesterday. And if you didn’t, I hope that you got to spend the day with everyone you loved.

Much Love

Rachel xx

a christmas poem

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Early morning woken by the young,

Checking for the boot marks in

The flour sprinkled late last night.

Wrapping paper torn in ribbons,

Only one gift really matters,

The socks, the pants, the chocolate coins

All pushed aside in readiness for food.

Let’s not forget the pigs in blankets

And the turkey being eaten for another week,

The Christmas pudding and the yule log too.

And then to sofas all across the land,

To watch the speech from the main lady

Followed by our Mary Poppins and

A Strictly special, maybe games of Twister

Added to the pints of booze

Making sure that dad will lose.

Finally we traipse to bed, warm with love,

The sound of sleigh bells flying high above.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Love Rachel xx

the teacher’s christmas party

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As the kids all slowly pack their bags

We look at watches, impatiently

Knowing wine is chilling in the staff room fridge

And party games can soon begin.

Those kids that think we live here in

The dark and gloomy halls and rooms,

Waiting for their slow return, like life outside

Does not exist for those who choose to teach.

But soon those students dawdle out

And so the merriment begins, with sherry and

A Christmas roast in gastro pubs unfrequented

By the teenage girls and boys who terrorize us

During all our working days, but now

We can be humans, sing and dance and shout

(In jest, rather than through tears of dark frustration).

And over flicking candlelight we talk of kids

Who ruin days and sleepless nights,

And with the wine they melt away like nasty dreams,

Only finding us again when we wake up, mouth dry,

Headache gripped and belly turning in the early light,

Promising ourselves we’ll never go that far again.

That is until on Monday morning when

The bell is ringing and the kids are streaming in.