MAGIC!
Once upon a time, a decade ago,
When Blake was only three,
He woke on Xmas morning
After dreams of a Xmas Tree.
We'd put him to bed on a sofa
Which we'd turned against the wall,
Incase he tossed and turned in the night
And had a nasty fall.
And, now, in his nest, he's woken up
To ribbons and paper and string,
And, wrestling with magical packages,
He's as happy as a king.
Never again in life, maybe,
Will he feel such unbridled joy
As he did on that Xmas morning,
When he was a little boy.
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A cockatoo in a Xmas Bush
CHRISTMAS UPSIDEDOWN
In New South Wales at Christmas Time
The summer weather is sublime.
And all the world is in it's prime.
On Christmas Day.
And stars that twinkle in the night
Shine silver soft and burning bright
With an incandescent summer light,
A grand display.
Some folk may miss a winter clime,
Recalled from some old nursery rhyme,
And some far-distant childhood time
When holly grew,
And frost and snow bedecked outside
And sleighs and skates were there to ride
And all the pretty flowers had died
And no birds flew.
But though we don't inspire the bards
And we admit that our back-yards
Don't look like scenes on Christmas cards,
On Christmas Day
Who would exchange this golden glow
For greying skies and swirling snow,
And icy winds that roar and blow?
Not me! No way!
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PS
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A cockatoo in a Xmas Bush
CHRISTMAS UPSIDEDOWN
In New South Wales at Christmas Time
The summer weather is sublime.
And all the world is in it's prime.
On Christmas Day.
And stars that twinkle in the night
Shine silver soft and burning bright
With an incandescent summer light,
A grand display.
Some folk may miss a winter clime,
Recalled from some old nursery rhyme,
And some far-distant childhood time
When holly grew,
And frost and snow bedecked outside
And sleighs and skates were there to ride
And all the pretty flowers had died
And no birds flew.
But though we don't inspire the bards
And we admit that our back-yards
Don't look like scenes on Christmas cards,
On Christmas Day
Who would exchange this golden glow
For greying skies and swirling snow,
And icy winds that roar and blow?
Not me! No way!
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PS
After two very sociable weeks, and more Christmas meals than I care to remember, the Silly Season came to a halt yesterday. We actually had another melodrama engagement on Thursday but that was very low-key at a Nursing Home, so it was more of a Good Deed than anything else. Yesterday, however, we went to a Retirement Village at a place called Booragul, where we performed 'Tiddly Pom' for possibly the last time. It was a great venue, and an ideal audience and we enjoyed a convivial lunch together. Fifteen of my group were there so it was our own celebration, in a way. Malcolm and I were very taken with the complex and may very well put our names down for it. There's a waiting list, so we wouldn't have to make any quick decisions.
Here are some shots from the occasion.
The grounds.
Preparing for the show.
Malcolm in party mood with Shirley, Pam, Joy and Maureen.
And a special one for Jill because she now looks at my blog!
