Avarice

FOR SENSATIONAL HAIKU WEDNESDAY

AVARICE

The glint in the eye

The itching of the fingers

Gold is within reach
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WRITTEN FOR ALPHABE THURSDAY

CAROLERS

I recall, when I was young,

Carols at Christmas Time were sung.

Muffled up against the cold,

With candles in lanterns for us to hold,

We would be walking up and down

In the dark streets of the town.

Lights in windows attracted song:

We'd loiter there but not for long

If no food or drink were offered,

Or if no little gifts were proffered,

One quick verse and on we'd go

To find another window-glow.

Sometimes a door would be opened wide

And we would all be asked inside.

We'd stand near the fire as we were able

And view the goodies on the table.

'Give us a carol' someone would say

And we'd sing of the Baby in the hay,

Or of Rudolph with his red, red nose,

Standing near the fire to toast our toes.

Then the adults would be given wine

While, for us, a slice of cake was fine.

Maybe a cocoa would come our way

And good wishes given for Christmas Day. 

Then, on we'd go, feeling warmed and cheered

While twinkling stars in the sky appeared.

All very old-fashioned........I'm sure that's true

But to me it's still all fresh and new.

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PS

It was the turn of the Choir to celebrate yesterday. I took leave of absence from the Choir when I became President of Probus, as there was a conflict of interests, but I was was invited to the party anyway. I was held at Hilary's house, in a leafy suburb and we all 'took a plate' as is the Australian custom. I just took chocolates, which was cheating a bit, but there were plenty of salads etc anyway. We had a convivial time.

Hilary supervised the kitchen.

And the he rest of us sat around and chatted. (This is about half the number.)

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