I can’t think of anything but moooooooving! at the moment. Â Meanwhile, since it’s poetry day, here is a poem I wrote for Tomatoes about the spirit of Christmas:
Two Cheers for Christmas
Christmas is a time for panic!
swearing as you wrestle holly;
’tis the season to be manic:
snatch the last remaining trolley,
picking up forgotten food
extra vol-au-vents and chips,
texting puts you in a mood:
‘don’t 4get the spicy dips’;
checkout beeps like an alarm,
bagging unexpected item,
credit card in sweaty palm,
driving home in rage to spite ’em,
open door and scatter questions:
You recording Downton Abbey?
Did you put the kids to bed?
Have you called the nearest cabbie?
Who’s collecting Uncle Ted?
Did you email Aunty Doris?
Have you mended both the sheep?
Are you worried Uncle Maurice
will get drunk and fall asleep?
Christmas is a time for panic
dashing up the stairs to bed;
’tis the season to be manic,
lie awake and toss your head.
Christmas Day
oh, hurray
come all ye
bring me tea
stockings raided
presents traded
bells are ringing
children pinging
off the walls
deck the halls
blow balloons
polish spoons
turkey’s stuffed
feeling puffed
sprouts are peeled
sauce congealed
table’s laid
hearing Slade
bells are ringing
Noddy’s singing
here it is
come all ye
faithfully
bring me brandy
come all ye
faithfully
we
sink
down
into
a
chair.
What is it all for?
Panic cease;
one word –
Peace.
(c) Liz Gray, 2013
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 