Merry Christmas

I would just like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year. This weekend I hit 500 followers and am absolutely blown away with all the wonderful comments and feedback I’ve been given over the last 6 months. I’m not a clever writer and just write what’s in my head but I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for reading and following.

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Dating Santa

Please be aware this has a slight adult theme and for that I may no longer be on the nice list,  I apologise.


It has been a very long time,

But I still can’t quite forget,

The night we had together,

That night that we first met,

I’d hung my stockings neatly,

Against the fire to dry,

You’d eyed them so discreetly,

Though I’m sure I heard you sigh,

I saw you in that outfit,

So big and red and round,

And I knew I’d pay a forfeit,

If I made the slightest sound,

You wove a trail of magic,

That had me in your spell,

And I saw the stretch of fabric,

As I watched your big bag swell,

I’m not the type of woman,

Who throws herself at men,

But I felt my boundaries loosen,

When I saw your fountain pen.

You asked me was I naughty,

And I said “Oh no, I’m nice”

You looked at me quite haughty,

And said you’d check it twice.

You gave me such a present,

Against the prickly green,

That the needles fell in torment,

And the fairy’s not been seen.

So this year I’ll be waiting,

For the big man in the suit,

For when you’re dating Santa,

The naughty list is mute.

The Twelfth Day Of Christmas

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On the twelfth day of Christmas,

My husband gave to me,

Twelve headache helpers,

Eleven buzzers buzzing,

Ten children screeching,

Nine glasses braking,

Eight lights a-fusing

Seven crackers snapping,

Six oldies napping,

Five ———-broken ———nails,

Four smoking pans,

Three bottles drank,

Two laddered tights,

And a paper crown slipping off my head.


Christmas Time

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Frosty tinted winter nights,

Where snowflakes fall,

And eyes are bright,

Noses tipped with redden glow,

Mittened hands,

And cheeks aglow.


Chestnuts roasting on the fire,

Where stories read,

Can never tire,

Ears awash with tales of old,

Looks of awe,

As dreams unfold.


Songs are sung by candlelight,

With voices raised,

In wild delight,

Songs that sing of peace and joy,

Of Silentnight,

And Drummer Boy.


Santa comes when all is still,

When all have crept,

Up slumbers hill,

He checks his list not once but twice,

Are you naughty,

Are you nice.


Families gather one and all,

To forgive the slights,

That we recall,

For Christmas hopes are not mistaken,

Feuds are left,

And hate’s forsaken.