What Does Christmas Mean To Me? Poem by Lulu Gee

Santa in his suit of red
Holding forth a toy
In his Christmas grotto
To a child wild eyed with joy
Gathering thorny holly
On a frosty winter’s morn
Then watching the Nativity
Of the new child born

Friends and lovers kissing
Beneath the mistletoe
Christmas trees with baubles
And candles all aglow
Twinkling silver fairy lights
In trillions of homes
And little Christmas helpers
Such as Polar bears and gnomes

Tiny robin red breasts
Chirping their winter song
White Christmas on the radio
Church bells that go ding dong
Soirees and party frocks
With matching shoes and hose
Champagne and Bucks Fizz
Wrinkling my nose

Festive lights being turned on
By middle aged pop-stars
Roaring fires crackling
In snug and comfy bars
Christmas cards that hang
Around the fireplace
Next to the stockings now
Struggling for some space

Drinks spiced with cinnamon
And lovely warm mulled wine
Mince pies and stollen
And bowls of scented pine
Ribbons and adornments
Entwined around the gifts
Snowstorms and snowballs
And peaky soft snowdrifts

Sitting by the fireside
Whilst roasting marshmallows
With the one I love
Warming my pretty toes
Christmas cake with marzipan
Laced with sweet cointreau
Adorned with little snowmen
And tied with a silver bow

Halls decked in red tartan
To welcome all those dear
Bearing gifts wrapped lovingly
With name-tags written clear
Goose and all the trimmings
Served on a golden platter
And guests being amused
By witty social chatter

Oh come all ye faithful’
Sung by every choir
And the Poinsettia plant
Is the Christmas flower
Prayers are read at Midnight
For country’s still at war
For far-off lands in turmoil
For the sick and very poor