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“I was the nit before Christmas!”

“I was the nit before Christmas!”

as for after…

I was not that nit,

I was another nit entirely.

Older, obviously;

wiser, unlikely;

a paper shade of pink?

Who knows?

I do not have a colour chart with which to compare my fleshy tones;

chart my progress from Grae to Black,

and back.

I don’t know what the next line is…

Perhaps I should end here,

whilst I am a head?

Quite random, methinks.

It’s what I do.



On the Cornish Lanes at Christmas.

On the Cornish Lanes at Christmas

On the Cornish roads

there is very little traffic

when there is usually loads;

on the Cornish lanes it’s business as usual

apart from the noticeable lack

of a tractor –

perhaps Christmas is a factor?

Christmas Day Haiku

Christmas Day Haiku

Merry Christmas peeps;

hoping that you are gifted

with some brand new words.

‘Twas the meeting before Christmas! #LWG

‘Twas the meeting before Christmas!

LWG for 04/12/2018

Prompt: Christmas

‘‘twas the meeting before Christmas,

in old Stuart House,

and all the brave writers

were unaware of a mouse,

who was chewing on paper

whose fine words were at risk,

for they, the bold writers of Lisk,

had been careless as to where they stored their stories, kept their tales of seas and sails.

The mouse was oblivious

as to the worth of the words;

the adjectives sublime;

some similes quite fine,

and one compelling metaphor,

never heard before.

“Nibble, nibble!” nibbled the mouse. his stomach filling with verbs, as he happily chewed.

“When I grow up I want to be a writer!” He exclaimed. On and on he chewed.

“I’ve devoured many epics, some longer than need be;

short stories and poems-

the writers don’t heed me-

and I quite liked the comedy writings of some;

although they cause a funny

feeling when they got to my tum.

Nibble, nibble!” nibbled the mouse.

“And now for our homework!” was announced to the room. “Our prompt was ‘Christmas’. to brighten the gloom

of a dark December’s day;

who shall go first, start off reading today?”

They ‘ummmmed’ and they ‘ahhhhed’ and then one did speak:

“I’ve written a story about a Christmassy Week.”

The story told, the response quite pleasing, a circular route to read was now teasing. But, clockwise or widdershins? Which way would it go? It always varied, so no one did know.

“I’ll go next!” from the clockwise direction. The rest now relaxed by this natural selection.

“My story is about the state of the National Elf at Christmas!” We did laugh. And this was followed by many a fine sentence and adroit paragraph. Until the story had been told with sufficient aplomb. “That was most uplifting!” a voice spake from the room.

SO, clockwise we travelled, the stories well told; one about Christmas Trees, and one of The Old, Old Christmases before rationing ended; when an orange was thrilling, and a broken stick mended.

Then it came to my turn.

What should I say?

What had I written Upon Christmas, for today?

I took a deep breath…

prepared all my words…

and began:

‘‘‘twas the meeting before Christmas

in Old Stuart House…”

“Nibble, nibble, nibble!” nibbled on the mouse.

Season’s Greetings!

Season’s Greetings!

My first Christmas

was almost my last;

and last Christmas

was our first in Cornwall.

The past is behind us

the future ahead;

we learn how to live

‘cause one day we dead.

“66 days to Chrumble!”

The sight of

A sprig of holly

Doesn’t make me jolly;

And a Yule Log

Just brings on a fog –

“It’s sixty-six days to Christmas!” the man on the radio announced.
And you can tell that I’m happy about this

By the smile upon my face

And the sound of joy in my voice.

Are we there yet?


Only ninety-three days to Christmas!
That’s just thirteen weeks and two days!
I did the Maths.
Actually, to be almost precise,
It’s two thousand, two hundred and twenty hours and fifty-six minutes
At this very moment
In the time zone that I am in –
Which is nice
And if you don’t believe in Christmas
It doesn’t matter a Jack toad’s natter
If it’s today, tomorrow, or never.