Christmas at one time when you woz a Kid were days of excitement and wonder. Family parties and no computers, ipods, x-boxes and the like to drive electronic wedges into family life. I am old enough to remember that having a chicken or turkey for Christmas Dinner was indeed a luxury. Mum and dad had been secretly buying presents but at that age Santa did REALLY EXIST. As you get older (and sadly not always wiser) that magic is replaced by pressure to buy gifts you cant afford and that old question of where and who are we going to for Christmas Dinner would crop up.....your mums or mine?. Christmas it would seem has been transformed in an instant from wondrous days to a few weeks of arguments and lets face it sheer panic. I, like many other have gone full circle and all I have left are those wonderful memories. I play a bit of guitar and re-wrote the words to In the Bleak Midwinter to reflect those happy..... now sad times. I know its hard in these times of financial hardship and the increasing demands caused by employment on family life but all I ask is that you stop rushing and just think a while......then start panicking again..... Merry Christmas to you all X Sing-A Long-A-John Thank you Mum and Dad for the childhood days I miss Off to bed on Christmas Eve….with a Goodnight Kiss Listening for Old Rudolph…… pulling Santa’s Sleigh Wondering if Santa….. will leave some gifts today. Christmas Day in 63….. it was bitter cold, I came downstairs, the fire was lit, I was 12 years old I unwrapped my Big Pressie, a smile lit up my face I got what I had asked for……a Red and White Vox Ace (Electric Guitar) Christmas is upon us, Panic’s setting in What can we buy Grannie…..Biscuits in a tin The kids they want the latest stuff…We have no cash to spend A pay day loan is what we need…..a means unto an end And as for Christmas Dinner….Who is coming here? Please God not your mother…..It’ll only end in tears The meat is tough, the veg is cold…. the gravy’s oh so thin She’ll tell that it tasted “nice”…..as she throws hers in the bin The Great Escape’s on TV ….has it been on before? Just as they break out of camp…there’s a knockin’ at the door Aunty Cath and family have called to wish us well I just want them to sod off and take their kids from hell We can’t afford the heating…. we shiver in the cold It’s one of the great benefits of getting bloody old Daily we have meals on wheels…. our hot meal of the day The only time we don’t get one… is on Christmas Day Mum and Dad and my Gill look down from Heaven above How I miss their company, their laughter and their love Christmas was a wondrous time…. now it is no more No one comes to see you…. no knocking at the door No one ever phones you…. it’s either text or mail The laptop’s always running ….until the broadband fails No-one ever visits you….the family do not care It’s only when they find you…. fallen down the stairs The Christmas of my childhood were wondrous days for me Piles of toys and chocolate and Great Memories Happy days with Mum and Dad and big sister too Christmas ain’t the same now….now I’m sixty two…
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 16:14:03 +0000
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