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Christmas Poem AGAIN Do do read note first please

I could be losing the blog site, I pay an annual fee to my sponsor but the WordPress are telling me I have to pay a monthly fee as I am over the 300 limit, trying to sort this out but may have to move to a free one as I did before!  The reason being I do not charge for the blogs as I enjoy doing them  Gray   If the issue with wordpress qwas wrong this will go out but I will. let you know.

 

Sherry Christmas everyone (daily mail poem)

another reminder of the good times we all enjoy Once  a Year!  The problem is it is only once a year,, why not have Christmas all year round as it makes people happy and forget the times we all love to forget,, Enjoy from Sheila Webb Buckinghamshire..

I am sorry but due to issues with my blog it will be as will the other one be going out a few days late… sorry even though I am sure you will enjoy them.  HAPPY NEW YEAR to all;       “READERS are LEADERS”

Santa had a bit of a chill, so the elves knew what to do, Tuck him up and dose him up as Santa had “Man Flu”!    But, sadly, by late December, they were all up against the plight, Of who would deliver the presents on that famous night!

The team of elves looked worried, they had lost their Christmas zest, Until one elf said “ I will drive- I’ve passed my driving test!’  He said delivering presents and calling out Ho! Ho! Ho!   Would be as easy as ABC, and now it was time to go!

They waved to Santa in his bed, with all their sacks on board, the set out on the mission, As to the sky they soared.  Their first delivery came and went, with a mince pie and a sherry, But sadly towards the last house they felt much more than merry!

They hiccupped and giggled to the reindeers’ disgusts But to the finish all their deliveries, Was a Christmas must!  It would have been successful, if the elves had self-control, but all those glasses of sherry had taken a terrible toll.

Being a little ‘light weight’ The sherry went to their heads, until they became completely confused, As to what to leave by each bed.  Young Jimmy who wanted an IPad, got a baby doll with a hat, and his sister the ‘little princess’, got knee pads and a bat!

Dad opened up his nightie And if that wasn’t enough, Mum had a book of rugby songs, that made her stand and blush!  The vicar had a mankini, Then looked on in dismay, As his wife opened up her gift- Fifty Shades of Grey!!

so next time Christmas comes around, for presents- rely on yourselves, Not a Hypochondriac Santa, and alcoholic elves

Brilliant if I say so myself  HIC!

ps one more to go..

The Power is from within, the choice is yours

Gray Lawrence

“Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.” Nido Qubein

From Tricia sturgeon

Enjoy even if it is late, think of next years pleasures and joy

Rudolph and friend’s are in training,   for they know very soon they must fly, Pulling a wonderful spangly sleigh, O’er velveteen Christmas Eve Sky,

While fairies are holding auditions, for not every sprite that you see, Has got what it takes to weave magic spells, from the top of a tinsel-tipped tree.

The elves are all wrapping up parcels, with sticky tape ribbon and string, Happy in knowing that each gift enclosed, Is a precious and wonderful thing.

The gnomes are checking the schedule, So soon now ever so soon, the sound of jingle-bell journey, will ring around the stars and the moon.

Now Santa, has over his shoulder, a sack full of absolute joy.  Presents all hand picked and ready, for each little girl and boy.

There’s carrots and mince pies on hearth rugs, In palace and semi and hut, and heads snuggled down into pillows, and eyes if not sleeping, tight shut.

And just for a few precious moments, Gold overcomes all the grey, Earth holds her breath in sweet wonder, as love and enchantment hold sway..

Gray Lawrence

The world Owes You Everything and nothing..Gray

Christmas time is here Again Ho HO HO

Today’s Poem Bah Humbug!

It’s that time of year again I am sorry to say, It’s the run up to Christmas, with the usual affray.

The markets are heaving, The shops they are teeming with buggies and trolleys and open mouthed kids screaming. I’ve gone off kids. The fruit cakes and stollen are all turning stale; It’s several months now that they’ve been on sale.  The cranberries and turkey are all de rigueur. I’m tired of them all and especially liqueurs, And I hate mince pies.  There’s always the cards you’ve forgotten to post.  The family arrive and they’re expecting a roast. And what about presents? So what do they buy? The same things they’ve bought me in years gone by!  I’m sick of bath salts.  So it’s off to the service with Away in A Manger, At least there’s the parents to prevent any danger. Like angelic Rambo, tinsel tied round their heads, the ushers help seats us: we go where we’re led.  It’s packed as usual Then the magic comes back! They give the signal to start.

last ONE Promise, one of my blogs I pout out every year if I can still giggle at it so can the 6,000 + readers???

Sherry Christmas everyone (daily mail poem)

another reminder of the good times we all enjoy Once  a Year!  The problem is it is only once a year,, why not have Christmas all year round as it makes people happy and forget the times we all love to forget,, Enjoy from Sheila Webb Buckinghamshire..

I am sorry but due to issues with my blog it will be as will the other one be going out a few days late… sorry even though I am sure you will enjoy them.  HAPPY NEW YEAR to all;   “READERS are LEADERS”

Santa had a bit of a chill, so the elves knew what to do, Tuck him up and dose him up as Santa had “Man Flu”!    But, sadly, by late December, they were all up against the plight, Of who would deliver the presents on that famous night!

The team of elves looked worried, they had lost their Christmas zest, Until one elf said “ I will drive- I’ve passed my driving test!’  He said delivering presents and calling out Ho! Ho! Ho!   Would be as easy as ABC, and now it was time to go!

They waved to Santa in his bed, with all their sacks on board, the set out on the mission, As to the sky they soared.  Their first delivery came and went, with a mince pie and a sherry, But sadly towards the last house they felt much more than merry!

They hiccupped and giggled to the reindeers’ disgusts But to the finish all their deliveries, Was a Christmas must!  It would have been successful, if the elves had self-control, but all those glasses of sherry had taken a terrible toll.

Being a little ‘light weight’ The sherry went to their heads, until they became completely confused, As to what to leave by each bed.  Young Jimmy who wanted an Ipad,  got a baby doll with a hat, and his sister the ‘little princess’, got knee pads and a bat!

Dad opened up his nightie And if that wasn’t enough, Mum had a book of rugby songs, that made her stand and blush!  The vicar had a mankini, Then looked on in dismay, As his wife opened up her gift- Fifty Shades of Grey!!

so next time Christmas comes around, for presents- rely on yourselves, Not a Hypochondriac Santa, and alcoholic elves

Today’s Poem Bah Humbug!

It’s that time of year again I am sorry to say, It’s the run up to Christmas, with the usual affray.

The markets are heaving, The shops they are teeming with buggies and trolleys and open mouthed kids screaming. I’ve gone off kids. The fruit cakes and stollen are all turning stale; It’s several months now that they’ve been on sale.  The cranberries and turkey are all de rigueur. I’m tired of them all and especially liqueurs, And I hate mince pies.  There’s always the cards you’ve forgotten to post.  The family arrive and they’re expecting a roast. And what about presents? So what do they buy? The same things they’ve bought me in years gone by!  I’m sick of bath salts.  So it’s off to the service with Away in A Manger, At least there’s the parents to prevent any danger. Like angelic Rambo, tinsel tied round their heads, the ushers help seats us: we go where we’re led.  It’s packed as usual Then the magic comes back! They give the signal to start.

last ONE Promise, one of my blogs I pout out every year if I can still giggle at it so can the 7000  + readers???

Sherry Christmas everyone (daily mail poem)

another reminder of the good times we all enjoy Once  a Year!  The problem is it is only once a year,, why not have Christmas all year round as it makes people happy and forget the times we all love to forget,, Enjoy from Sheila Webb Buckinghamshire..

I am sorry but due to issues with my blog it will be as will the other one be going out a few days late… sorry even though I am sure you will enjoy them.  HAPPY NEW YEAR to all;           “READERS are LEADERS”

Santa had a bit of a chill, so the elves knew what to do, Tuck him up and dose him up as Santa had “Man Flu”!    But, sadly, by late December, they were all up against the plight, Of who would deliver the presents on that famous night!

The team of elves looked worried, they had lost their Christmas zest, Until one elf said “ I will drive- I’ve passed my driving test!’  He said delivering presents and calling out Ho! Ho! Ho!   Would be as easy as ABC, and now it was time to go!

They waved to Santa in his bed, with all their sacks on board, the set out on the mission, As to the sky they soared.  Their first delivery came and went, with a mince pie and a sherry, But sadly towards the last house they felt much more than merry!

They hiccupped and giggled to the reindeers’ disgusts But to the finish all their deliveries, Was a Christmas must!  It would have been successful, if the elves had self-control, but all those glasses of sherry had taken a terrible toll.

Being a little ‘light weight’ The sherry went to their heads, until they became completely confused, As to what to leave by each bed.  Young Jimmy who wanted an Ipad,  got a baby doll with a hat, and his sister the ‘little princess’, got knee pads and a bat!

Dad opened up his nightie And if that wasn’t enough, Mum had a book of rugby songs, that made her stand and blush!  The vicar had a mankini, Then looked on in dismay, As his wife opened up her gift- Fifty Shades of Grey!!

so next time Christmas comes around, for presents- rely on yourselves, Not a Hypochondriac Santa, and alcoholic elves

Brilliant if I say so myself  HIC!

Santa pole dancing   Slide13  Picture16

  The Power is from within, the choice is yours
Gray Lawrence

Independent Distributor


"Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start." Nido Qubein

This is almost the last one enjoy.. All the way from the Daily mail “the Christmas flight”

from Judith Blatherwick

A swish of scarlet velvet trimmed with white, as bright as snow.  highly polished buttons glinting with a golden glow.

sapphire eyes which sparkle Like the stars up in the sky, Excited, snorting reindeer, who can’t wait to start to fly.

A sleigh piled high with presents tied with ribbon and whit bows.  A list of nice and naughty Showing where each parcel goes.

Below the day is ending, dusk is lit by fairy light, the snow is gently falling on this peaceful winter night.

Excited children gaze up both bursting with joy and fear: they hope to see some magic, as Santa passes near.

The sleigh bells gently jingle, strong harnesses are strained.  The reindeer paw and fidget, but they wait, as they were trained.

The reins are firmly gathered, ‘til at last it’s time to leave.  The magic words are spoken: ‘Now fly, It’s Christmas Eve’

(May Peace be with us all for ever, not just Christmas…Gray )

Gray Lawrence

Independent Distributor (UW)

The world Owes You Everything and nothing

Not the Last but two more to come.. All the way from the Daily mail “Going for Gold”

From Tricia sturgeon

Enjoy even if it is late, think of next years pleasures and joy

Rudolph and friend’s are in training,   for they know very soon they must fly, Pulling a wonderful spangly sleigh, O’er velveteen Christmas Eve Sky,

While fairies are holding auditions, for not every sprite that you see, Has got what it takes to weave magic spells, from the top of a tinsel-tipped tree.

The elves are all wrapping up parcels, with sticky tape ribbon and string, Happy in knowing that each gift enclosed, Is a precious and wonderful thing.

The gnomes are checking the schedule, So soon now ever so soon, the sound of jingle-bell journey, will ring around the stars and the moon.

Now Santa, has over his shoulder, a sack full of absolute joy.  Presents all hand picked and ready, for each little girl and boy.

There’s carrots and mince pies on hearth rugs, In palace and semi and hut, and heads snuggled down into pillows, and eyes if not sleeping, tight shut.

And just for a few precious moments, Gold overcomes all the grey, Earth holds her breath in sweet wonder, as love and enchantment hold sway..

Gray Lawrence

Independent Distributor (UW)

The world Owes You Everything and nothing..Gray

A Christmas Special Poem from the daily mail Santa Looks Like Dad

This and one more poem for Christmas just had to be sent to everyone, enjoy..

Santa came down our chimney, He climbed down inside,                                        He got stuck half way thorough our quite narrow flue On accounting of his being so wide.

Quick as a flash I knew I must dash And do something to help him along, I knew that quite near there were several deer and together we would sort out this wrong.

Calling for hush  I explained in a rush  the trouble that Santa had got in.                I told them my plan,. to give me a hand , before Santa might even start rotting.

It was a bit of a hope that a bit of sleigh’s rope would soon stop Santa from suff’ring.

With deer down below to pull billy-oh others above might throw sacks in.             with a small crash, surrounded by ash, and reindeer pulling in team, Santa’s red suit All covered in soot emerged from the flue like a dream.

After a splutter and maybe a mutter, Santa was pulled in the room his clothes were black and so was the sack That fell on his head from the gloom.

Alas for Santa with no time for banter. He was late as it was and disgusting, If he visits houses he’d only cause grouses; With sooty footmarks of his dusting.

And like a robber, in his black clobber , He’d only be giving out nightmares.         we had to be quick and swop all his kit for a set of dad’s nice clean nightwear .’Done it in time’ , he said with a grin,                                           Blowing out soot with a cough, soon he was set, in stripped winceyette, to take up his job where he’d left off.                                                                                               Through all the land, Christmas was grand and presents where gratefully had.  But from underneath sheets children had peeps At Santa dressed just like their dad!  Now you know why.

written by Alan Hiller

sorry but I had to add the pictures  LOL

                      It's not about who gets there first but who's had the most fun on the journeySanta pole dancing

The Power is from within, the choice is yours
Gray Lawrence
Independent distributor
"Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start." Nido Qubein

 

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