On The Twelve Days of Christmas....

First of all, I would like to thank everyone who left a comment on yesterday's post.  Thank you so much for your concern, prayers and healing thoughts being sent my way.  I wish I could give each and every one of you a big hug! (Steady now, we don't want to scare the horses!!).

I thought I would try to get us all into the Christmas spirit by sharing some Christmas quotes and poems leading up to Christmas Day.  The first poem is called The Spirit of Christmas, by Anon. 



I have a list of people I know
All written in a book
And every year at Christmastime
I go and take a look
And that is when I realise
That those names are a part
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine.
And once you've met some people
The years can not erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or of  a friendly face
So when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you
It's because you're on that list
Of folk I'm indebted to.
And you are one of many folk who
In times past I've met
And happen to be one of those
I don't want to forget.
And whether I have known you for
Many years or few
In some way you have a part in
Shaping things I do
This, the spirit of Christmas, that
Forever and ever endures
May it leave its richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours.

The second poem for today is Christmas Presents, also by Anon.  (This Anon was obviously a very gifted writer!).

Every year Grandma gets a tin of talcum powder.
She always says, ‘Ah my favourite!’
Even before she opens the wrapping
Grandpa always says, ‘Well, I know what’s in here.
Its two pairs of socks. Just what I wanted!’

This year, Aunti Vi had an umbrella in an umbrella-shaped parcel,
I mean, it looked just like an umbrella.
And, before Aunti Vi pulled the paper off,
She said to Mum, ‘It will match that new coat of mine.’

As for Mum and Dad, they just sat there and said,
'We’ve given each other a joint present this year
It’s a digital clock radio for our bedroom.’
Do you know, they didn’t even bother to wrap it up and put it under the tree!

At the end, when everything had been given out,
Mum said, ‘We mustn’t forget the gift-vouchers from Debbie and Jim.
We sent them a cheque for the same amount.
We always do.’
I call that a bit unimaginative, don’t you?

Maybe, when you come to think about it,
Grown-ups need Father Christmas far more than children do.