Excitedly we’ve opened our box
Time to get the gear from the loft
And maybe start wearing our xmas socks?
© J W Nelson 2016
Yes that’s right
We are counting down the days
Eleven months of darkness will become light
As the season of good cheer is here to stay…
© J W Nelson 2016
The journey started in 68
Like the hypnotic humming of a bird
Even back then I was always late
To be early would be absurd
We start our unknown journey
With no destination sight
With hopes to become attorney?
And the power it gives to take flight?
My train keeps on going
There is still fuel in the tank
A year older means more puffing and blowing
Mouth wide open, expression almost blank
I continue to perform the ‘Swan’
Cool and calm is the top line view
Inside pistons fire like a mad man
You never want to reveal the real you
Another year is added to my number
Its birthday time on the horizon again
Yester year I had time to slumber
But now, it’s a huge thank you to all my friends
The hope is to keep life simple
Drive your journey your way
Stay as cute as a dimple
Retain your essence – afterall its your brithday! (it’s mine actually)
The Tree…
So December arrives
What does it mean?
We count down the days
Oh yes, we’re really keen
The garden centre beckons
Another arduous trip
Never mind the madding crowds
But watch the ice, in case you slip
You view fifty trees
They all look the same
In frustration you pick the first one
It’s the annual run around game
Now into the car
You bend, twist, and shove
Eating needles you hadn’t planned on
Once in, you raise your eyes up above
With ease you bring it home
Stand back – look at your icon with pride
Until you notice something is missing
You now want to run away and hide
Never mind, a job is done
The family will be pleased
No concern about the lopsided tree
Or being continually teased and teased…
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