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December

In Winter glow of festive glee

Bright red berries on a Christmas tree

 

All packed up and ready to go

Hills and slopes laden with snow

 

Children amass toboggans and sleighs

Celebrate like it's Christmas day

 

Snow filled boots, it's time to ski

across the valleys to victory

 

Amateur hopefuls in line for a show

hope they won't fall like dominoes

 

A child in Samoa with a bowl of curds and whey

looks on through sombre shades of grey

◄ Success!

2010 Onward ►

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Jeff Dawson

Sun 5th Dec 2010 18:14

Nice thoughts Janet with a bit of reality at the end! My latest poem has the reality in the middle and finishes nice, hope you like it, hope you're okay Jeff X

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Sat 4th Dec 2010 12:54

Thanks Isobel. To tell the truth i was a little worried those last two lines would make people feel guilty about enjoying Christmas.x

Steve - Why not Samoa?
I wrote this after i'd seen a really sad photograph of a child from Samoa at a time when it seemed everyone around was getting excited about festivities. It really touched my heart and i wanted to show the stark differences within the poem.x

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Isobel

Fri 3rd Dec 2010 15:44

What a sad ending Janet - I was getting carried with all the joy of Christmas, waiting for the turkey and roasted chestnuts and then bang - you hit us!
Curds and whey would be a fine dish - I imagine it's a lot worse than that - food for thought indeed. x

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