Friday Poem #155: That’s Christmas
Good evening, and welcome to this week’s Friday Poem.
So, how was your Christmas? I hope it was a good one for you. Mine was very nice – this year I managed to not eat too much at any one time, my success largely being down to the fact I preferred to “graze” almost constantly throughout the day. ‘Little and very, very often’ is my top tip for not over eating 🙂
I went to Midnight Mass this year, at my local Church of England Church. I’m Catholic by denomination (doesn’t that term only refer to coins or money?), but wasn’t bothered by the fact that the Church I was in wasn’t a Catholic one. In truth, it wouldn’t have mattered where I was – if there was a Synagogue or a Mosque I think I would have been equally happy to go there. You see, whilst I enjoy the Midnight Mass and Carols and all that, Church for me is a place where I go for personal reflection and prayer. I think I’d be right in saying that most religions around the world have places of worship that are quiet and calm places where a person can come to and escape the hubbub of life, and have some quiet moments to speak to his or her god, and reflect on their own existence. I personally, believe that I could go to a Mosque or Synagogue and enjoy the calm and peace there and still speak to my God and say my prayers and reflect, just as much as I could in my local Church.
That being said, I only go to Church once a year as I carry my belief with me.
Anyway, on to this week’s Poem. As the title suggests, this week’s poem is my take on Christmas. I always feel a bit down after Christmas day, purely because that is the longest time until it will be Christmas again, and generally, Christmas is a great time. We all have our ups and downs, but Christmas is a lovely time of year.
That’s Christmas
Christmas is done;
There’s still loads of Turkey.
Red Cabbage and Sprouts
Make us farty and burpy
We’re posing like models
In the new clothes that we got:
Didn’t need to see Grandma
Show her new pants and socks.
The front door’s always open
Letting the wind and rain in
Perpetually bombarded
By visits from Friends and our Kin.
Old memories are shared
And new ones are made.
How we laughed when Aunt Doris
Got “Brokeback Mountain” in Charades!
The Christmas tree’s dropping needles
Cos it hasn’t been watered enough
But we’re grazing on Quality Street
So can’t really be fussed.
It’s mince pies for breakfast
Satsuma and Crisps for lunch
And Tea will be Turkey Sandwiches
For at least the next month.
There’s that period of limbo
Between Christmas and new year
Where it’s all a bit quiet
And a little bit weird
We don’t really know what we are doing,
We lose track of days
Still only wearing our new gear
Whilst we continue to graze.
And of course we make promises
To ourselves and to others
Short lived New Years resolutions
That fade when we just can’t be bothered.
There’s shed loads on the TV
And yet nothing to watch.
But we couldn’t see anyway
Being drunk on Wine, Beer or Scotch
‘Cos the drinkings all part of it:
It’s almost tradition
To start drinking at 7am
Like you’re on a mission
The food and the drink, they are soothing
Cutting out all the noise – almost numbing:
Though in truth, the after effects
Really do test your plumbing.
But it’s all part of the celebration
The laughter, the noise, the food and the wine
It’s how we get together
To celebrate Christmas time.