Christmas Card 2006
'Twas the week before Christmas
and down every road,
every postman was sighing
and bearing his load.
For Karen and Mike
had been at it once more;
their Christmas cards bigger
than ever before.
The paper was thicker
and denser than gold,
the ink was like treacle
(or so I am told).
But the reason the postmen
were breaking their backs,
was the weight of of warm wishes
they held in their sacks.
Christmas Card 2007
The autumn may be fading,
the snow may start to fall,
but longer nights and fairy lights
will help us to recall
the brighter days and hours
we've spent with those we love.
Though we are here, some aren't so near,
but still, the sky above
is covering us all tonight,
and all through Christmas day,
to draw us close, so make the most,
and don't forget to say
how much you love each other,
how much you miss times past.
The time may fly, the light may die,
but memories will last.
Derek's the Dog's Christmas
Dear Santa Claws,
I'd really like
a go on my Dad's motorbike.
I'd like to drive it to the park
and chase my ball. And then I'd bark
so loud that everyone can hear
my version of a Christmas cheer.
On Christmas Day I'd like to wake
at 4am to a breakfast steak
and chips, and sausages and bones,
then finish off with ice-cream cones-
vanilla cream for me to savour;
Dad says it is the finest flavour.
On Boxing Day I think I might
persuade my Dad to buy a kite,
so him and Mum can watch me chase
its tails. I bet I'll win the race
back to the car, with muddy paws,
and then I'll go straight back indoors!
So Christmas Eve I won't forget
to be the perfect Super-Pet.
I'll go to bed when I am told,
and warm Mum's feet up when she's cold.
But most of all I'll leave you sherry
and warm mince pies to keep you merry.
So when I wake on Christmas morning,
and Mum and Dad are still just yawning,
I'll creep downstairs to see you came,
and everything is just the same
as I had wished for all year through,
Yours Sincerely,
D. Askew.
Chicken Fun
One day in late November,
two chickens from up North
awoke to frozen rain clouds,
and yet they still went forth
Into the frosty garden-
the grass was white with snow-
then Mummy Katy came outside
to bid them both hello.
She brought them both some breakfast
of chicken feed for two,
and then their Daddy Rob appeared
with hot water bottles too.
The chickens tucked in warmly
to their festive breakfast snack,
and quietly decided
they should give them something back.
All advent they sat calmly-
they took it shift by shift-
until the eve of Christmas,
when they revealed their egg-shaped gift.
When Mummy Katy greeted them
next morning with their feed,
the chickens clucked with pleasure
at their oval-shaped good deed.
Copyright © 2017 Sarah Askew
'Twas the week before Christmas
and down every road,
every postman was sighing
and bearing his load.
For Karen and Mike
had been at it once more;
their Christmas cards bigger
than ever before.
The paper was thicker
and denser than gold,
the ink was like treacle
(or so I am told).
But the reason the postmen
were breaking their backs,
was the weight of of warm wishes
they held in their sacks.
Christmas Card 2007
The autumn may be fading,
the snow may start to fall,
but longer nights and fairy lights
will help us to recall
the brighter days and hours
we've spent with those we love.
Though we are here, some aren't so near,
but still, the sky above
is covering us all tonight,
and all through Christmas day,
to draw us close, so make the most,
and don't forget to say
how much you love each other,
how much you miss times past.
The time may fly, the light may die,
but memories will last.
Derek's the Dog's Christmas
Dear Santa Claws,
I'd really like
a go on my Dad's motorbike.
I'd like to drive it to the park
and chase my ball. And then I'd bark
so loud that everyone can hear
my version of a Christmas cheer.
On Christmas Day I'd like to wake
at 4am to a breakfast steak
and chips, and sausages and bones,
then finish off with ice-cream cones-
vanilla cream for me to savour;
Dad says it is the finest flavour.
On Boxing Day I think I might
persuade my Dad to buy a kite,
so him and Mum can watch me chase
its tails. I bet I'll win the race
back to the car, with muddy paws,
and then I'll go straight back indoors!
So Christmas Eve I won't forget
to be the perfect Super-Pet.
I'll go to bed when I am told,
and warm Mum's feet up when she's cold.
But most of all I'll leave you sherry
and warm mince pies to keep you merry.
So when I wake on Christmas morning,
and Mum and Dad are still just yawning,
I'll creep downstairs to see you came,
and everything is just the same
as I had wished for all year through,
Yours Sincerely,
D. Askew.
Chicken Fun
One day in late November,
two chickens from up North
awoke to frozen rain clouds,
and yet they still went forth
Into the frosty garden-
the grass was white with snow-
then Mummy Katy came outside
to bid them both hello.
She brought them both some breakfast
of chicken feed for two,
and then their Daddy Rob appeared
with hot water bottles too.
The chickens tucked in warmly
to their festive breakfast snack,
and quietly decided
they should give them something back.
All advent they sat calmly-
they took it shift by shift-
until the eve of Christmas,
when they revealed their egg-shaped gift.
When Mummy Katy greeted them
next morning with their feed,
the chickens clucked with pleasure
at their oval-shaped good deed.
Copyright © 2017 Sarah Askew