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Christmas Holidays Humour Poetry

A little something from Father Christmas sr.

It was a few days before Santa Claus was about to do his deliveries

And the elves were busy in their workshop

When a little elf ran up to the big man and handed him a letter

“Dear klaus,” it read…

“Nice to see you and yours doing so well in your work,

Was wondering what you would like for Christmas this year…

Your mums making a ham for lunch…if you and yours would like to come

I’ve got something nice for the reindeer too

Drop me a line when you think you’ll get here

Seasons greetings and All the best

DAD”


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Christmas Cities Poetry Romance

Rendezvous

Manchester (via salford) 16th December 2018

The on line post it notes

Continued to drop in my in box

Reminiscences from a female acquaintance

I knew since I was small.

Meet you by the market

Where the gluhwein flows

And the big tree is lit up by the national grid

So, off to town goes Charlie Brown

To meet his gorgeous tinker-belle

Wrapped up like a bug

All nice and snug

Where under the lights

Of Christmas bright, we walk round the stalls

Decorating the halls

And after a repast and a drink

A kiss in the square where

We met up, there.

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Acrostic Christmas Festive Poetry

Festive

Salford 22nd December

Festive

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Falling temperatures lead to heightened

Excitement, among children

Santa Claus is on his way,

To deliver special gifts

In time for Christmas morning

Voices of little ones heard up and down the land in

Excitement..”mum dad! Santa’s been..look under the tree”

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Acrostic Character Childhood Pleasures Poetry Seasons Winter

Anticipation

In response to the prompt
Anticipation

Anticipation

As you know, there’s a day in the year where endless

Numbers of children up and down the land

Take to their beds (early)

In the hope that in the wee hours of the

Christmas season starting, they’ll get a chance to

Inspect what’s been left under the decorations.

Presents, delivered by mr claus

After he’s landed his snow covered sleigh and entered the house

To the little ones, its the pinnacle of all those days

In school and at home – being good

Of course – by the time he gets here they’ll be asleep – coming from the

North Pole with his Naughty and Nice List.

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Christmas Holidays Winter

Christmas Warmth

In response to the prompt

Burn

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Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire

A Christmas scene, Mum and dad taking the grandkids to see Santa Claus

We travelled down the motorway, in the run up to Christmas, when the snow was so deep it could make an Eskimo proud

Our destination ? Sherwood Forest Holiday Park, set in tall trees and falling snow

The Nephew’s wondered whether or not Santa had got their message they were coming to visit, they soon got their answer.

Wrapped up warm – giving their list to Santa – and getting a special gift

Big smiles all round.

Then we all headed to the café by Santa’s Grotto for a special treat.

A Mug of Special Hot Chocolate and a Fireworks display.

And as the last firework went whoosh in the air – we said goodnight to the reindeer and we returned to the cabin and warmed up by the special log fire – burning pine cones in the corner.

 

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Christmas Holidays Memories Winter

The Christmas Market

10 December 2010

The Christmas Market

The beginning of the Christmas season, for me, always starts when the first frost hits the fallen leaves from Autumn, which are lying on the ground. This year, it coincided with the first of the festive celebrations at the northern branch of the Imperial War Museum, where I am involved as a volunteer.

Having carefully navigated the icy pathways leading to the museum, I climb the stairs to the Main Exhibition Space as familiar faces from the museum say hello. I’m then passed a cup of cheer in the form of a festive mulled wine, a welcoming sight for someone trying to take on Amundsen at his own game. It primarily relieves my hands from the cold snap outside, which was so cold it had left an ice sheet creeping beyond Ontario Basin. Indeed, it was cold.

As the cup warmed my fingers, the mulled wine’s aroma hit my nostrils. A wonderful mix of festive smells greeted me, travelling slowly up my nose and warming the back of the throat. First came the scent of the cinnamon. It was spicy and warming. Then, the smell of the nutmeg, and fruity flavours – it was Christmas in a cup…A perfect accompaniment for the Mince pie, which was both fruity and warm. Christmas had arrived.

We chatted and talked, as we finished our drinks, before leaving the museum and heading for the new home of BBC North – Media city UK, where our festive carriage awaited. I make sure I’m wrapped up warm before leaving the museum. The Cold still bites. Thankfully, no sooner as we get there does the tram arrive at the platform.

I watch from a window as our golden carriage travels down the line. We pass through the Quays and Manchester central. The Night air crisp, filled with stars and Christmas lights. People are out in the town, celebrating. Then, the tram stops at our destination. It brings back familiar memories. As we walk the short distance from the St Peters stop to the market, coloured festive lights lead the way.

I look above me at the Town Hall clock and spot Father Christmas sat happily on the town hall roof, where he brightly lights up the night sky. Familiar sights and smells greet me and my friends, various stalls selling almonds and roasted hazelnuts. Fudge and pancakes. The smell of Aromatic sausages mixes with Intoxicating Hot rum punch, full of fruit and spice. Once again the smells of Christmas fill the air and I can smell the scents of citrus and marzipan hanging around the stalls.

In a corner of the market is a Swiss clock maker, his cuckoo clocks chime so I check my watch, the clocks have chimed the quarter hour.

Amongst the shoppers I can hear the distant sound of an Oom-pah band playing by the Bavarian Beer house, but it’s being drowned out by the sound of that song by Noddy Holder. I pass the toy stall and reminisce about when I was younger….You know, I Had one of those as a kid.

We can hear the staff singing and chatting in a nearby bar – They’ve got the right idea, there’s a definite nip in the air. It’s time for a hot drink me thinks. Our small group like a band of brothers head for the warmth of a nearby coffee house. A Warm Cup of Minted Hot Chocolate is waiting. It is both satisfying and warming at the same time.

The tea is just as nice. I order a pot – it’s got one of those funny teabags in it. Ah well, I chuckle, it is Starbucks after all.

The cuppa puts the evening to bed. A very pleasant time has been had in the company of my chums in the volunteer squad but my bed awaits – I make a bee line for the Metro Stop. Christmas Dinner waits at the Museum come Sunrise.