This old year's nearly over
And a new one's on the way,
Let's make some Resolutions
That last more than just
one day!
First Snowfall
The night is dark and silent,
The air is crisp and dry
As the first snowflakes of winter
Start falling from the sky.
With movements light they dance and float
Then settle with shimmering grace,
To form a soft white blanket
That's made of Nature's lace. Our Snowman
He has six buttons but no coat,
Just a stripey scarf around his throat.
A carrot nose, black pebble eyes,
And Grandpa's pipe is just his size!
So proudly near the fence he stands,
Hat on head and broom in hand,
With a jolly smile that seems to say:
"Hello there folks, enjoy your day!" The Sad Snowman
The sad little snowman went shuffling down
The track through the forest
that bordered the town.
His snow body was dirty, his coat was all torn
And an icy tear ran down his snow face forlorn.
"Those naughty boys did it,
they threw stones at me,"
He sobbed to Old Wise Owl perched high in a tree.
Then the darkness was broken
by a warm shaft of light
A door was thrown open
and sweet sounds filled the night.
The snowman stood still
and a child cried with glee:
"Oh daddy did you make him,
did you make him for me?"
Two chubby arms hugged him
then patted his chest
And a little voice whispered "My daddy's the best!
I've been so very ill and he knew I was sad
So you are the best thing that I could have had.
I'd always wished for a snowman you see
But there's no running around for children like me.
I'm stuck in this wheel chair -
can't play in the snow
Now I've got my snowman it's better you know."
So that tired little snowman, once broken and sad
Found out to his joy that not all the world's bad. Christmas Muddle
Old Santa Claus tripped
as he came through the door
And scattered the presents all over the floor.
His spectacles fell off the end of his nose
And where his list went, well, nobody knows.
"Oh goodness," he said, "That's a pickle for sure!
I don't remember now who these presents are for.
Was the skateboard for grandpa and the perfume for dad,
the new drill for Mum, and the golf balls for Brad?
Was the bike for Aunt Lucy and the shawl for young Fran?
Oh my what a mess but I'll do what I can."
So he did a little magic as Santa can do,
But we think he was tired between me and you.
Aunt Lucy got golf balls and dad got the shawl
Mum got a new bike and that is not all-
Little Fran got a skateboard and skated to school
And Brad with his new drill, drilled holes in the pool.
The happiest was Grandpa with his perfume from France-
And a new pair of glasses he'd found
just by chance! Grandma's Christmas memories.
Amidst fading, precious photos
Of family and friends.
She sits beside the big log fire
Pen ready and cards to send,
"Here we are around the tree,
And here at Christmas lunch.
Oh look at me, I was so young!
And here it's New Year's brunch.
Who was that howling monster?
Was that really Aunty Kate?
Now - this is the year
your uncle drove
His truck right through the gate!"
Her trembling hand with love recalls
The Christmases before
And a silent tear
Slides down her cheek
For those who are no more.

So as the year comes to an end
I raise my glass to you, my friend.
To thank you for just being you -
A friend sincere in all you do.
Memories
Soft white snow and icicles
fireplace
and
rug
wet prickly woollen mittens and cocoa in a mug
grandma's lap
and
Christmas tree
Mandarins and punch
My dad with a glass of port and turkey for our lunch
"The Holly and the Ivy"
and lots of mistletoe.
These are my Christmas memories
of many years ago.

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