It’s Christmas (has every word been said)

What might a Christmas poem be like

If every word has been said?

Tinsel, Trees and Father Christmas

Do more, eat more, or do less..stress

Shoulds and Expectations

Faiths and Reconciliations

Wine, cheese, mistletoe and turkeys

Cakes, pies and Brussel sprouteys,

Arguments and Excitement

Let’s be real, eggshells in weird allignements

Carols and images of perfect families

TV, Films and all the extras

Cranberry sauce that no one likes

Boxes of chocolates that last until spring

Yet what of it all

Christmas

Oh the true meaning of Christmas

You, Me , Together

You, me and a baby in a manger

Mother, Father, Child

And sheep, always sheep

The noise and no sleep

That’s Christmas too

Noise and no sleep

Back to the barn

The smell, more like canteen bins

Than the sanitised nativity in the assembly hall

So, what more to be said at Christmas

Than embrace the joy

The mess

The reality of it all

Embrace the love

And make it be

Christmas, and it’s annual mystery

So Christmas what’s to be said

Sometimes nothing at all.

Because tell you what

Christmas

Joy, faith, love and hope

Play, sing, dance, smile

Its inside you all along.

Happy Christmas folks, thank you for reading, sharing and supporting me in my writing, thank you and have a brilliant, joyful and happy Christmas.

James