Jane Walker

Nanna in the shed at Christmas

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

Comments1

  • Lorna

    Very intriguing.... loved Nanna......

    • Jane Walker

      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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