The A to Z of Christmas

I need your help to fill in the next 'poem' with words that remind you of Christmas and the holidays. Please write in the comments box below or tweet me at @aniko_toth1. You can also write a comment on the donation page below when you have donated.

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A          Alcohol, angels

B          Baubles

C          Carols, cheer

D          December

E          Excitement, eggnog

F          Family, friends, food

G         Generosity

H

I

J           Jubilation

K

L          Lights, laughter, love

M          Merry, mistletoe

N          Noel

O

P          Party

Q

R

S        Snowballs (cocktail!)

T

U         Unity

V

W

X

Y         Yuletide, yule log

Z

Stuart Lyons' Winter Haiku

This is a Haiku by Stuart Lyons, who has kindly allowed me to repost. It sums up how some of us have been feeling this winter!


Back atchoo to kneel. 
From dream of sneezes I wake.
Is that seventeen?


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Ambiguous Christmas (I)

C         Cheery, cold, cacophonous, crowds, chaos, candles, carols

H         Holy, havoc, homeless haven, Hallelujah!, hellish/heavenly

R          Retail nightmare, restful, road works, reindeer, riotous laughter

I           Icy, industry, insipid

S          Stressful, strident, sad

T          Trite, trepidatious, tiring

M         Magi, Mass, mixed feelings, markets, mulled wine

A         Angelic, ancient, alluring, Advent

S          Sweet, solemn, saviour

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A trio of silly limericks

There once was an old man of Blither

Who carried a box hither-thither.

One day, when it rained,

His back, it was pained,

So he left the box I don’t know whither.

There was a young woman from Hulme

Whose roses went into a bloom.

When the frost, it did bite

All the roses that night,

The lady then grew a legume!

There once was a woman from Burton

Who left the house dressed in a curtain.

As she ambled through town

With the drapes hanging down,

She had never looked half so uncertain.

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Ode to a Joyful Christmas

Inspired by the Wassail Song

Twinkling lights,

Glitter and gold,

Won’t you please

Come out of the cold!

Come in from the cold,

And sit yourself down;

Drink ye of mead

And sing in the round!

Jig by the fire,

O dance long and bold!

Join in the fun

And laugh, young and old.

Riotous joy:

Don’t let it forsake you!

Drink and be glad;

O let it o’ertake you!

Solemn the eve,

Yet merry the night

When children will see

The angels in flight.

Bitter and beer

And mead and the wine,

Feasting on pheasant

And pork so divine!

A fabulous feast

That always awaits

To share and partake in

With family and mates.

When Christmas is o’er

You’ll be glad of your bed,

Of warm, feather pillows

Where to lay your spent head.

So think of the homeless,

The lonely, alone,

And help them to find

A haven that’s warm.

A haven that’s warm

And a belly not bare.

Together we’ll sing

Of the bounty we shared!

O Christmas, O Christmas,

You wonderful time!

We relish the day

When we’ll hear your bells chime!

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Christmas in LA

Sunny, crispy, craggy

Rainy, wet,

Manchester.

Sunny, rainy, overcast

15 Celsius, scarves and coats

Shivering

Los Angeles folks, used to the sun.

Running on the beach, rollerblading

Yoga mats out, Santa Monica

Nights out - even in winter only a light coat.

Blackness where the lights end and

Ocean begins.

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Warm Warm Warm: Holiday Poem

Warm warm warm
Colours scents form
Turkey mulled wine hugs and laughter
Fireplace toasting toes and
Carrying away misty breath and frosted beards.

Cacophonous kids clamour for trinkets
Cream is poured o'er puddings hot and sickly sweet
Best washed down with heady whisky
A Christmas treat.

Velvet crimson drapes tied with
Golden tinsel, intertwined.
Bold as brass
'Messiah' blasts,
Then carols follow wine.

Crushing crinkly crispy white crystals
Woollen clothes and heavy boots
Pine scents waft, we enter in
Another fire and drink
To gather round.

Warmth and hugs and cherished times
Memories of childhood innocence
A feeling of security remembered
When everything was always alright
And the only thing worrying us
Was whether the Christmas bike
Was blue or red.

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