A Gift


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They’re the greatest gift

That I have ever received

Loving family


Christmas Chocolate


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It is December.

Fingers become sticky with

Chocolate every day.




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For my little fir

I pluck bright stars from the sky

To put in her hair


God Jul

Or Merry Christmas

Or happy holidays

Whatever you like to call it, I hope you have had a lovely time with family and friends, and that you have been warmed as much by love as by your fireplace.

About Father Christmas


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I sat on the hill and watched the house of Mr and Mrs Clem as the world drained of colour. Comfortable in my large down jacket, I waited as the temperature dropped and Mrs Clem read a goodnight story to the children in their upstairs bedroom. I had overheard Mr and Mrs Clem tell their twins about Father Christmas in the playground that day, and I imagined them asking all sorts of questions about him every time Mrs Clem stopped for breath.

When Mr Clem went upstairs to say goodnight, I slipped down the hill, jumped their garden fence and snuck into the backyard, my surprise tucked snugly under one arm. The frosty grass crunched under my boots, but there was no snow to steal my footprints.

I took the ladder from their shed, they always leave that shed unlocked, and used it to climb onto the roof. I crawled slowly up the gentle incline. When I reached the chimney, I straddled the roof and pulled the duct tape out of my pocket. I secured my surprise to the chimney. The black boot was excellent at holding it all together. I picked out the fuse and threw it down the roof.

When I was securely back on the ladder, I lit the fuse, then hurried down and then up the hill to watch the fireworks.

The explosion was not as loud as I had imagined it would be, but it was loud enough. Mr and Mrs Clem rushed out the front door as the red glow faded, and just as the twins appeared in the doorway a smoking black boot, half a candy cane and a burning Christmas hat landed in their front yard. I thought I could even smell the cinnamon and cloves, which I had put in the hat, and I smiled.

Now Mr and Mrs Clem would have to tell their children the truth.

The Best Present


Presents (Photo credit: Wysz)

He ripped off the shiny, red paper to the sound of Letters from Father Christmas and his parents rummaging around in the kitchen. The cardboard box he uncovered made a nice hollow thump when he drummed on it, but he knew that the real prize was inside.

The tape was a problem for a while, but a good bit of gnawing solved it. Spitting out bits of tape and cardboard, he opened the flaps of the cardboard box, and there it was. Carefully, he lifted out the lump and released the bubble wrap. When the heavy thing in the middle was naked on the floor and the bubble wrap safe in his arms, he ran for the stairs.

A Christmas Rhyme

Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe's "The R...

Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. Accompanies the phrase “And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor/Shall be lifted–nevermore!” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Christmas made me late
But gave me inspiration for my update,
So as you can see this time,
I’m going to try to make it rhyme.

Some say a poem must paint a perfect picture,
Some say it is all about the structure,
Others say that a poem is not fine
Unless it has a proper rhyme.

The Raven was read aloud Christmas night,
Followed by a poem about love’s might.
Both poems were much longer than mine,
and still they did beautifully rhyme.

I have reached the fourth stanza
Of this rhyme extravaganza,
And I’m already having trouble
With making it rhyme.

I hope you all had a very happy Christmas!

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