Post Christmas Pressies

Chocolate, Christmas, Sweets, Treats

#Christmas #Hidden #Sweets

7th January 2019

I received an extra present yesterday.

I’d been wandering what dad was going on about when he mentioned an extra present at the end of Christmas time

I’d enjoyed seeing the brightly coloured baubles on the Christmas tree, especially the new larger ones. They were twinkly inside. I just guessed they were part of the decoration

Time came and each of the baubles came off the branches of the tree

and Dad told me of his secret….The twinkly baubles actually contained SWEETS. The foil wrapping reflected the lights off the tree

and in one of the big round baubles , all coloured red was my special surprise – a bag of vanilla fudge.

Stop press….it’s not just my dear old dad hiding stuff in baubles. My provider of hot chocolate has been at it too…delivered on 7th January. so now there’s another metal bauble for the Christmas tree.

New Years Day

Poetry, Time

#newyearseve #newyearsday

Salford, 31st December 2018

Midnight….Happy New Year!

The final night of 2018

Draws in a brand new year

Called out from the east

And working it’s way round the globe

The fireworks and chimes

Bring in a new dawn

Fresh thinking , fresh plans

Across the lands, grow as the sun says hi

As the new wind blows, to the new year say hello

As we wave the old one goodbye

Seeing in New Year

Festive, Memories, Tradition

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The scene may say 2012 – it’s a Carbon copy of the garden

this Christmas season

In response to the prompt

Stroke of Midnight

Midnight – the last few seconds of 2015 and the  first few seconds of 2016 found me stood outside the front door of the family Lancastrian terrace.

I’d skipped out the back door some seconds before – the streets strangely deserted…firework displays were going off in the northern air and in the distance, I heard the drone of Manchester’s force helicopter swooping overhead as it patrolled the main city centre celebration.

Around me it was strangely quiet – a neighbour passed me as I was waiting by the open gate – off on a walk, he said…New year would have to wait.

And then, I heard two sets of bells.  The first, from Big Ben on the telly inside, the followed shortly after by whooping and  cheering as the Town hall clock from Manchester town hall sounded.

I walked up the path – and knocked on the door.

And was greeted by Mum and Dad.

Auld Lang Syne played on the TV, as we watched the London Fireworks,

And then, popped out of the garden to watch the Manchester skies lit up with colour.

Before sitting down with a drink of our choosing, to watch Jools Holland’s Hootennany on the Alternative BBC channel.