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 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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Stuff the Turkey
Roast the Chicken
Goose fat ‘tatoes are murky
Tasty though, they’re finger lickin’
Luscious leg of Lamb
Georgous side of Gammon
Sausages wrapped in ham
Oh, and don’t forget the freshly caught Salmon
Pluck the Pheasant, Goose or Duck
Tantalise taste buds with some wine based jus
Order now, or be out of luck
Supplant the potatoes with Cous Cous?
Not just meat, we all need greens
Broccoli and Brussels light up our plate
The earth will be a better place to be seen
In the global food climate debate
Add some carrots, roast parsnips too
Compliment the diet with a variety in types of sauce
A tender cut of beautiful Beef wont make you moo
Just make sure that your’e not eating horse…
Complete your prep, with a sweet tooth in mind
Cream, pastry, chocolate are on the festive menu
Look hard enough and I’m sure you’ll find
Some of us searching for the loo!
Christmas is now around the bend
Prepare well, include plenty of seating
Seek out the tablets to put you on the mend
As you partake in your chosen Christmas MEAT (ing)!
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Are we really?
Doesn’t seem like it any more
Words cannot express how;
To save your life you play dead on the floor
Are these events last week Paris
The tipping point in this thousand years war
The undercurrent simmering like a now erupting volcano
For which we’d better find an ice cold cure
Are we really all that different
Aren’t we blood, veins, muscle and sinew?
Do we vent like Andrew Neil
In an verbal attempt to not let this madness continue
Are we preventing rather than cure
Getting to the root, planting the right seeds
A careful, meticulous response is a possible thrust
In hopes of developing non-violent, religious agnostic deed
Are we the last generation to consume
Such vociferous, rabid disdain and utter hate
The mind boggles at the inhumanity displayed
There’s nothing we want to eat now that’s on our plate
Are we going to find answers in; bombs; bullets; diplomacy?
Whatever shape or form they might be
Look to the US, UK, China, Russia, France, the UN etal
The eyes of the world have been opened for all to see
Are we to view the horizon with genuine hope
A conglomeration of the best minds, tactics and strategy
Getting to very heart of a fiercely religious, dedicated group
A solution lies in educating the youngest of babies
So are we really all together?
This HAS to be resolved in the time to come
Every facet of human existence must be exhausted
We all deserve to walk freely and not have to run
Are we there yet?
There is much strength and endurance in a feather
A whisper in the right ear can be heard across the globe
It’s message rings out loud ‘We are ALL together’
To Love, to Leave, to never Forgive
The Taste, the Chase, the Forever to live
My Rock, my Thread, my ultimate Saviour
Your Mine, your Fine, your my only flavour
Spiritual holiness does she emit
Patient, comforting forgiveness pours out
Oh how blessed is her radiation that atomises us
Powerful, uncompromising tenacity imbues the mind to turn away from the pit
Righteous discipline, voices quietly, without
Alas, through biblical motherly love we are saved, thus