Twas a week before Christmas
And all that I feel
Is a sense of surrealism
A sore toe and left heel.
Have scoffed several stolen,
Made cookies, drank wine.
Seen sparkling markets a plenty
Caroled, stayed frozen in time.
Gifts for the giving
Wrapped up with no bow
Under adorning evergreens
Besides bright mistletoe.
Single again…so who thinks of me?
Lucky my mum, son, the whole family!
Strange to come home to a Scottish winter chill
After renouncing Hong Kong, the heat: quite the thrill.
Enthused for my son, nephew and nieces
More interested in the vino and what we will eat.
Our life is a cycle with its precious downs and then ups
Next years Xmas will bring me my mighty fine pin up.
Kerry Bridges
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Kerry (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Christmas feelings of a single lady that’s been through tumultuous times.
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A most familiar flow to this poem for this time of the year. A fun read. Nicely done
Thank you! Was trying for a bit of light hearted ness haha
I hope the toe gets better better and enjoy beautiful Scotland, Enjoyed the read.
Still very blue! So I’ll definitely be hobbling around Edinburgh haha
Up and down those hilly streets will be fun, have a good day
It does sound as though you have been in the wars .. I too have a bad toe and know just how debilitating such an injury can prove to be .. I did very much enjoy reading about your recent ups and downs and other relevant experiences so thank you for that .. I also hope you have a fantastic Christmas with your son and those dear to you whilst in Scotland .. I also wish you all the very best of good things for the rapidly approaching New Year .. p.s. take care n wrap up warm up there .. kindest of regards, Neville 😎🐧👍
Happy New Year to you Neville! Thank you kindly for your thoughts and words! All well here with the family. Wishing you the very best
You convey the mood and scene so well here.
That’s very kind of you, Thomas
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