We're not allowed to meet
to give our normal Christmas treat
But what are we supposed to do
I haven't really got a clue
Families torn apart
by a virus that seems to be super smart
It's invaded the country
By plane and car and ferry
so Dad decorated the garden
With festive decs of the season
Mum was wrapped up warm in the shed
No heating on, a hot water bottle instead
We wrapped up too
Had presents and nibbles to help us through
We've lots of lovely memories
Of the Christmas with some boundaries
We'll think of that year
With laughter and a happy tear
Loads of good things said
of the Christmas we shared with Nanna in the shed
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Author:
Jane Walker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was inspired by a lady who told me about the year of Christmas with Nanna in the Shed
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments1
Very intriguing.... loved Nanna......
We were banned from family gatherings last year in the UK. This was someone's response, having Christmas with the family in the garden shed. It was the only way the children could see their Nanna at Christmas
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