Let The Little Ones Do The Work

Firstly, thank you for all your good wishes, and whilst not recovered the combination of husband's return to work after his days off, plus Night Nurse, Day Nurse, Sudafed Max and every other cold and flu remedy I can lay my hands on have left me having to be ambulant whilst as high as a kite and quite unable to write anything sensible.

However, in a vague attempt to wean the children from their current addiction to Skull Island (a sort of pinball-with-hazards type game, the noise of which as a ball-bearing negotiates a track is unbearable), we carried on from this morning's Nativity at Church (one Herod, one Shepherd) by having a little bit of quiet time making decorations and writing poems (the children, not me - anything I write at the moment would be an LSD fantasy considering the amount of drugs that are circulating my system).

So in the spirit of "It's all about the children", here are their poems. Acrostics are all the rage at school, I fear, so do allow for the fairly idiosyncratic spelling of Joseph. All (sic).

From the materialist:

Santa is up all night delivering presents.

Toasty warm fires everywhere.

Oh, I wonder what Santa got me?

Christmas is always happy.

Kings gave Jesus gifts of gold. frankincense and myrrh.

In the field there is lots of snow.

Nice presents are in our stockings.

Great Christmas Decorations.

Snowy days are fun days.

From the rather more spiritually inclined:

Jesus is the son of God,

Everlasting son of God, it is Jesus.

So there can be peace on earth, let me know,

Usually there is war, let there be peace on earth,

So we are happy as can be, it is done by God our Lord in Heaven bright.

Mary will be the mother of him,

Already we have passed from that,

Ready for a war, no, let there be peace.

You love me and everyone, it is what You were born for.

Jesus can make wishes true,

Oh, for the pride he brings to us!

So the Lord can spread the light,

Everyone needs the light

Fairies and Angels come to one thing, Heaven.

Donkey, little donkey, don't go now

Oxen graze by their side

No one else can break His promise,

Kings are good and wealthy

Even bringing Him birthday gifts

You and me will love each other forevermore.

Santa is not important
To the Lord of the skies,
And there God and Heaven rise
Rise to each other.

And so to the decorations. This is not a snowball handbag. I don't know what it is, but IT IS NOT a snowball handbag.

This, however, is Santa on his toilet roll sleigh. With Rudolph.

Hoping for a better day tomorrow so I can come visiting!