CHRISTMAS IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR

 

Suddenly Christmas is knocking on my door, I have to start to dress my tree and decorate the room before we put the welcome wreath on the front door.

I am stocking up goodies in my kitchen cupboard—not too early, or a large mouse might start sampling. 

I have been listening carefully for hints of what might be useful Christmas presents to give.

I went to buy my favourite perfume, but when browsing a voice said, “You do not need that!”

There was a hint that it might be coming my way. 

I thought my young man had forgotten, and I was getting down to my last few drops. 

One of my planned gifts for him is optional now, as he brought his own shoehorn. So, I will have to resume my search for some other useful gifts.

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PARCELING UP

 

We’ve been buying presents at a very slow rate.

Now the panic is on to make sure we are not too late.

Do we have beautiful paper for our special presents to wrap them tenderly?

Or do we find some from the wrapping that is left over from years long past?

Where is the string, or do we now have some new sticky fancy stuff?

Does it sparkle when twisted, or do we have some spray to cover it up?

What about the labels will they match the paper, or do we leave them off?

And scrawl in our best writing, our love and big kisses all over our gift.

It is fun wrapping Christmas Presents and giving them to those we love.

We will place them around the Christmas tree, before going upstairs to sleep, with our tasks well done.

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CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS AND TREES

 

The clock is ticking for Christmas and trees are being erected in the most advantageous spots, to show off their lights and ornaments to add sparkle and colour at this festive time of the year.

If you’re like me, your ornaments have their own little stories and importance from parts of your life. I’m always sad when one is broken, so they are gently attached to the tree.

When everything is arranged, the room lights are turned off, and we wait for a few moments in the dark, with a glass of wine or a soft drink, before turning on the tree lights.

At that moment, Christmas has begun. We must attach the welcoming wreath, very firmly, to the outside of the front door. 

These days, the winds seem more blustery; or is that just my imagination?

Happy Holidays!

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THE CHRISTMAS TREE

 

Each year we climb into the loft to gently carry your boxed branches down, then, with a bit of a push and shove, we expand your limbs for us, with love and thought, to carefully colourfully dress with tinsel and baubles dangling.

You may not know it but there are two potent feelings I have, over the years, to you connected.

One is the excitement and anticipation of the year's most happy Christian family celebration and welcome.

Two is the sadness at seeing my family leave, combined with the nostalgia of undressing you and storing you away again.

Each year wherever I have been I have brought back a new decoration.

Each bauble has its own story and memory to touch me, as I unravel your connections, leaving you bare and bare.

Then, with a sad ceremony, we climb up into the loft to struggle to safely place you for another year.

In silence I return to the room where you had been standing, it now looks sad and strangely empty, as we have become used to you being there.

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CHRISTMAS IS COMING

 

Christmas is coming; the weather is changing; a cloak of cold and darkness creeps in.

Yet it appears only in one half of our world, while the other half bathes in hot sunshine and tropical rain, both celebrating the same religious occasion. 

Wherever it is celebrated, it is a gathering together of families and friends, with the sharing of gifts and food, and a catch-up on news and stories of celebrations past.

It is a time of patching up differences, where possible. A time of thinking of those who are no longer with us and much missed.

A time of welcoming the newborn now in our midst. Time also to welcome a stranger who may be on their own.

All over the world, it is not just Christians who share times like this; all religions do.

They share their hopes of peace, tranquillity, good harvests, and friendships, giving thanks to God in their own way, for all the goodness he has bestowed on them, and for hard times he has seen them through; asking for forgiveness for thoughts and acts only he knows since, as mere humans, we need to do that, too.

Hopefully, when the celebrations are over, and we move into the year ahead, most of us will be united to seek love,  peace, and good stewardship of this precious place called Earth.

Never forget to tell those you love how much they mean to you. Let not time come between you, as it is constantly moving away.

Here at WobblingPen we love all who pop by for a read, a listen or a chat. We are just delighted when we have comments to read from you, too.

Must close now, as I have to find a willing pair of hands to transport the Christmas tree from the cold in the loft to the warmth in the lounge, to become the focus of joy during our Christmas festivities.

Stay safe, and spread a smile and a bit of kindness when you safely can.

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NEW YEAR

The excitement grows as time ticks on.

A train to be ready to run on new rails, a big national clock to at last be unveiled.

Homes and residents cleaned within an inch of their lives,

Traveller is doing their best to reach home for the unmissable time.

Indoors the tables are laden with good things to eat, bottles of drink, alcoholic and other less potent brews, with sparkling glasses displayed, ready to swing into use.

Television switched on as in anticipation we waited for the clocks and bells to strike, The Old Year out and The New Year in.

The glasses raised and clashed, air kisses and untouchable hugs delivered all around. 

Then the bash on the door declared the first footer had arrived, with a lump of coal to bring good luck inside.

A Piper pipes in the New Year outside in the dark.

Inside tears and laughter with hope well mixed as the ghosts of the past mingle with us too, pulling out memories of the things we used to do.

A voice calls out, a moment, to say farewell to the past and welcome to this New Year’s Day.

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THE CLOCK STRIKES

 

The clock strikes, hugs and kisses are shared.

A new page is turning as we prepare to step into 2024.

Full of hopes for goodness and peace to cloak our world we really do.

Let nature play it’s part in growing food enough for all,

Curtailing destructive habits that hurt us in the past it is true.

Let us increase our recycling, to cleanse the land and sea.

Decreasing wasteful use of energy, leaving enough to be shared.

With hopes of more homes so no one sleeps on the street.

Wars to cease creating peaceful lands, it that too much to wish for.

Creative brains thinking, planning, more work for waiting hands.

The final strike is about letting love, peace and truth cloak our lands.

Raising my pen I prepare to write the first words and stories for 2024.

Happy New Year, let peace and good health be with you wherever you might live, is my fervent wish.

The clock is now silent but ticking still.

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THE SEASON OF PEACE AND GOODWILL

 

The Season of Peace and Goodwill has arrived with a story told and retold, and celebrated by millions and millions around the world.

This year, it would be easy to dwell on all the shortcomings of those words. Not here; please think of all the good news stories and greetings waiting to be shared. There have been so many, in some cases heartwarming, tales. Send yours to as many people as you can and read them out to friends when you are gathered together during this season of goodwill.

This year has been very challenging for so many, at home, at work and in the world at large. No work, no home, no food, no family, no limbs, no love, just loneliness. Yet there is much work to do. Take a look around your neighbourhood: is there something you can do? Need is all around us.

I trundled up with my sturdy three-wheeler to the Square 1 Café, the only place I can manage to go by myself. It is just up the road. There was no room at my usual table, so I sat at another. It opened up a whole new area of interest and support. Sitting opposite me were the lady and gentleman who started this venture now rapidly expanding. It was a service started by them over their garden wall during Covid, to give food freely to those who were struggling. It has grown into a café, where people can sit together and be served food, listening, caring and laughing, and taking them away from whatever might be pressing at home.

The gentleman asked me if I would write his story for him. So we have decided to meet and discuss if we can work together, and if he likes my style of writing. I would be honoured to do so, if it feels right for him.

Another lady sat on my other side. We had not met before and began chatting. Soon, she mentioned the recent loss of her husband and having a sick cat, and we held hands together in a few moments of comfort. I gave her a WobblingPen card and invited her to spend time with me after the holiday. I felt we could exchange skills and perhaps between us help others. A smile lit up her face for a few moments and she said she would be in touch.

Yet another man joined my table in a chair next to me. He was a Radio Jackie DJ who had been entertaining us. We introduced ourselves. I asked how long he had worked there? He said, “If I remember correctly, about 25 years plus.” I gave him my card, explaining about WobblingPen, and he said he would be in touch with me.

So you see, if I had not gone out, I would have missed all these wonderful new friendships and experiences. Be brave, step out and be prepared for new and amazing happenings.

Wishing you all the very best for this Christmas season, and thank you for following WobblingPen, as many of you do. We very much enjoy your company and the stories and lives you share with us. Looking forward to meeting again in the New Year ahead.

Love from all of us.

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CHRISTMAS TIME

 

In the house on Christmas day with lights ablaze,

Food loving prepared, ladened on the table.

Awaiting hungry eaters to participate.

With cries of joy at favourite flavours found 

Piling plates are unable to deny the temptation.

Then sitting companionably to eat and chatter.

Till eyes looked out the window and saw

The house opposite has no glowing lights.

No smoke slowly floated away from the chimney top.

No music or joyous noise, just the feeling of sadness.

There is plenty here for us, 

Can we see if we can share it?

A knock, an invitation to please join us, 

It is Christmas time!

Did they come? Or did they refuse? 

We will never know if we don’t ask!

Let us extend a hand and all have a Merry Christmas.

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WHO IS THERE?

 

I heard a noise in the middle of the night.

Without moving a muscle,

I peered through my lashes.

Oh, what a sight.

At a man in red with a beard quite white.

Shoo! He whispered it would be alright.

I am Santa Claus and am running a bit late,

Not everyone is together in their usual place.

They are spread out in ones and twos.

It makes delivering their presents much harder to do.

I hope by next year this virus will have gone away.

For now, sorry I woke you, 

Back to sleep you must go.

As I encourage my reindeer back to the North Pole.

Shoo! Merry Christmas.

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CHRISTMAS CAROL

 

Sitting alone in a silent church allowing all my troubles to sit on a pew.

As I gazed ahead at the altar lit by a single candle’s fluttering light.

Watching the dancing reflections on the base of the candle holder so bright.

Trying to assemble my thoughts of Christmas Services long past.

When people would be packed in, in their finery waiting for the service to start.

Children bobbing up and down whispering, giggling, fidgeting, 

Turning hymn books upside down.

The expectancy of the service is now about to start.

With the organist in place, the first chord is struck.

As the choir procession and clergy make their way to the front.

Music sheets are held firmly as the first Carol of the day is sung.

I drew myself back from the memory of so long ago.

Whispering my prayers in the emptiness, no one there to hear.

I left for home enlightened singing a Carol loudly along with the Country Lane.

Before realising I left all my problems behind on the pew.

Ahead lay festivities and all those I hold most dear.

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CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS

 

On the tabletop, they have come out to play.

To help celebrate another Christmas.

For so long they have been kept in the dark.

Now released to have a lark.

Yippee!

Merry Christmas is on it’s way and we will have fun Celebrating Christmas on this tray.

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POST DELIVERIES AND FOOD PLANNING

 

It has started, a trickle at first but gathering pace; the first cards sent by the early birds. It has galvanised me into action to start writing and sending out mine.

I’m very grateful to have a large collection of unused Christmas cards gathered by myself and my family over the years. Do you have a secret supply, too?

The odd parcel has arrived, announced by our musical doorbell: mainly gadgets necessary for house repairs or improving audio equipment we already have, ready for the family.

I have inspected the cupboards in a desperate attempt to make room to pack in my husband’s ‘buy three, get one free’ Christmas home delivery of dry goods. This task then extended to the more difficult task of finding space in the fridge and freezer for the perishable eatables. They are both quite full, due to my husband’s inability to refuse a bargain. 

His solution? “We must eat as much as we can before Christmas. What’ll we have tonight?” 

My cry: “I can’t. I’m weight-watching to keep my weight down ready for surgery in the new year.” 

So we will have to give some to the neighbours to freeze, if they have spare capacity, and share with us.

The turkey is providing us with an advanced headache this year. As fast as my husband tried to book a delivery slot near Christmas with our usual supermarket, they filled up. Before discussing it with me, he grabbed one for 19 December.

Together, we mulled over the condition the turkey would be in if it was kept languishing that long in the fridge. We decided it was too risky, so we’d go for a frozen turkey instead. It can reside in the freezer for a few days before being transferred to the fridge for gradual thawing, ready for the big day.

So, a warning to others who rely on home deliveries for your food supplies: book now and start your order. You can always add to it, but you need the vital date established.

When we went to look at our booked date, there were no more slots for that day. Glad we grabbed ours when we did! If you’re not quick, you might be sorry.

My heart goes out to those in the world with no food, and I’ll be taking quite a bit of ours to charities who can share it with those in need. If you have food to spare, think about sharing. Invite those living on their own to join you for meals over the Christmas period, or longer if you can manage it.

This world of ours needs a bit of sharing care, love and friendship. Just look around to see what you might be able to do.

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SPREADING JOY

 

Christmas Gifts for writers on the internet.

A LIKE is like a Christmas card, a COMMENT is like a Christmas present.

Each will bring the knowledge that someone has read and appreciated their work.

Writers put a great deal of thought, effort and love into their craft, which in this media is given in the main freely.

Many writers live alone with no one to give them praise or encouragement and search for acknowledgement of their worth in the eyes of others.

It does not take long but encourages pens to write amazing tales again.

Which gift will you give this Christmas freely, a LIKE or a COMMENT?

Stay safe, pass on a smile or kindness around your neighbourhood and watch the changes taking place.

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THE LOST CHRISTMAS PUDDING

 

Mum had been up on Christmas morning, checking everything was ready in the fridge to put out hot or cold later that day.

All was well until she couldn’t find the Christmas pudding. The plate was there, but the pudding was gone.

She searched the fridge, moving things to and fro, wondering where the pudding had gone. She searched around the floor, in case it had rolled out when someone tugged on the door.

No pudding was in sight, and she was becoming upset, as the family always expected a Christmas pudding. Where has it gone? 

She wandered into the lounge. There, sitting beneath the tree, in silver paper tightly bound and red ribbon dressed, was the Christmas pudding, looking its very best.

A smile was stuck on it, and a note which said ‘Merry Christmas, Mum, for all the Christmas puddings for us you have made. This will be the best, as we have led you on a merry chase. 

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CHRISTMAS

 

Christmas is nigh with me and mine; it may not yet have reached across the sea to thine.

All is ready as we make our way to bed, with spirits lifted by a glass of wine.

Once tucked in, we long to sleep, but are those sleigh bells ringing?

Carol singers practise their Christmas Carol singing.

We long for the dawn, the day Christ the Son of God was born.

When we can greet each other with ‘Merry Christmas!’

Hugs, kisses, and gifts will be the norm as we celebrate this happy morning.

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GIVE US A CLUE: WHAT CAN WE DO?

 

Give us a clue: what do you want for Christmas?

I told Father Christmas I would help him this year, to catch up with his orders which were way out of line, because the weather and war had turned the world upside down.

The gift supplies he relied on were becoming difficult to find. Expensive toys by many were being declined. It was not expensive toys people were requesting this time. Clothing, shoes, gloves, hats, warm blankets, food to eat and somewhere warm to sleep.

Santa was working as hard as he could to ensure as many of the wishes he could keep. In between essentials, he slipped a book and a toy for each girl and boy.

He asked the reindeer and their herdsmen to bring in piles of wood, to be delivered to those most in need, as fast as they possibly could.

The word spread: Santa is in trouble. He needs a hand.

Governments are signing agreements to allow borders to be crossed faster than planned. Multiple lorries are met by little white vans, people anxiously gather, to take the gifts away. To save some, to be brought out as important surprises on Christmas Day.

Father Christmas was delighted with all the help coming his way. As it reminded him of that day long ago, when a baby was born and had nowhere to go.

When people from far and wide arrived bearing gifts. Gifts to ensure the precious baby would live. It was the first Christmas message to be sent around the world.

Father Christmas gave a sigh of satisfaction as the gifts were transported away, taking goodwill and the hope of peace, to be shared by many on the fast-approaching Christmas Day.

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MESSAGE FROM SANTA

 

Christmas is a very exciting but busy time for me.

The elves are making toys.

The reindeer are practising their sleigh runs.

And I'm busy preparing my list of who's been good this year.

I will be getting my sleigh ready for the long journey!

I'm looking forward to delivering your presents on Christmas Eve!

I would love a mince pie and a few carrots for the reindeer! 

But only If you have some to spare. Or just a note of thanks from you would be wonderful to see. 

Santa Claus

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CHRISTMAS IN MY HOUSE

 

Christmas has started in my house, a very kind neighbour climbed into our loft and brought our Christmas tree down and decorated it with her young son in our lounge.

The multicoloured small lights are twinkling, the baubles sparkling and dangling, some of which have personal stories and memories attached. The mere sight of the tree and its Christmas message has lifted the spirit of this house.

The other evening I was driven to a Christmas meal with my WI Ladies. The Christmas decorations on the outside and in the windows of the houses on the main road were a delight to see.

How are you all doing?

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CHRISTMAS IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR

 

Suddenly Christmas is knocking on my door, I have to start to dress my tree and decorate the room before we put the welcome wreath on the front door.

Stocking up goodies in my kitchen cupboard, not too early or a large mouse might start sampling. I have been listening carefully for hints of what might be useful Christmas presents to give.

I went to buy my favourite perfume, but when browsing a voice said, “You do not need that!”

A hint it might be coming my way. I thought my young man had forgotten and I was getting down to my last few drops. One of my planned gifts for him, is not necessary now, as he brought his own shoehorn. So I will have to resume my search for some other useful gifts.

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