C the Carols we sing in celebration,
H the Holly to help our decorations.
R for the Reindeer who pull Santa’s sleigh
I is Ivy to go with the Holly, we say
S the sweet Sauce we pour over our pud
T the green fir Tree where our presents are stood
M for the Marzipan wrapped round our cake
A in our bed the night before, ah that is Awake!
S as we Sing on Christmas Eve.
D for the Day that we all should be pleased
A for All those in need of our help.
And so to Y, Yuletide,
the old name for Christmas.
And a Merry Christmas to you all.
By Michael Healy
In the dream he’d been watching
Always the same time of day
And once he was even drifting
In a land far far away
Wondering out loud if
He’d touched her, tasted her
Precious few reasons to give
Waking with a silent self-despair.
The wall is cool to touch,
Uneven solid and tall.
How many souls have rested here,
Laughed, cried and died.
Many stories held within mortar
Now, mine too lays its foundation
A crack here, peeling there
My home, my body, my soul
Arthur played Father Christmas,
Down at the village hall,
A little boy sat on his lap,
A little lad called Paul.
“Now what would you like for Christmas?”
He asked him full of cheer,
“A new coat for my mummy,
And for dad, a case of beer”.
“But please don’t make the beer too strong,
Well not as strong as rum,
Last year, that’s what daddy got,
And really hit my mum”.
“Mum said, she walked into a door,
But I know that’s not true,
She really would get quite upset,
Me, telling this to you”.
A tear ran down old Santa’s cheek,
With every word he heard,
He happened to be Paul’s father,
As he hid, behind the beard.