This is a bit of a throwaway poem and it’s a bit twee because I literally just chucked it together before hauling my ass out of bed this morning. Anyway, here it is.
Making plans for Christmas
Christmas is creeping up on us
Soon its lights will shine
We’ll all be putting up our trees
and stocking up on food and wine.
This year it will be different
A little harder to prepare for
As the purse strings may be tighter
Than they ever have been before
With all the current uncertainty
It’s almost impossible to plan
how many will eat at our tables
Will we be allowed to invite nan?
We may have to keep it simple
As most shop doors remain shut
It might not be advisable to travel
We may have to all stay put
Which for those of us residing
In a house with other folk
may not seem such a hardship
but if you’re all alone it’ll be no joke
In this most difficult of years
We’ll have to be more mindful
Because whilst we happily celebrate
for some it’ll be an awful struggle
So donate to the foodbank
Send a gift to those in need
Check up on your neighbours
Practise charitable deeds
Don’t let anyone be lonely
Be grateful that you’re here
to celebrate, albeit differently
And hope 2021 is a better year.
Poetry for Dullards 