NOT TO COME OVER ALL BAH-HUMBUG, BUT

Fresh off the back of these hugely cynical could-be-christmas cards by Mister Bob Brian, I thought I’d do another really joyful post to end the year with!

My new favourite wordsmith is the poet Wendy Cope. One of her most beautiful pieces of work is this, in my opinion, which I first read on a tube card panel. If you don’t know her work already, I implore you to look it up!

She has also written two really rather wonderful poems about Christmas.

If you’re someone who loves Christmas, you might want to look away now.

If on the other hand, you’re someone who has a somewhat dysfunctional family unit, you might appreciate the dark sentiment behind this one.

I personally think it’s a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.

Either way, merry Christmas one and all!

 

A Christmas Song

Why is the baby crying

On this, his special day,

When we have brought him lovely gifts

And laid them on the hay?

 

He’s crying for the people

Who greet this day with dread

Because somebody dear to them

Is far away or dead,

 

For all the men and women

Whose love affairs went wrong,

Who try their best at merriment

When Christmas comes along

 

For separated parents

Whose turn it is to grieve

While children hang their stockings up

Elsewhere on Christmas Eve,

 

For everyone whose burden,

Carried throughout the year,

Is heavier at Christmastime,

The season of good cheer.

 

That’s why the baby’s crying

There in the cattle stall:

He’s crying for those people.

He’s crying for them all.

 

Like I said, it’s not the chirpiest!

Next up, there’s this UTTER GEM.

I’m not – but it made me laugh out loud. So true!

 

A Christmas Poem

At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle,
The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle
And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle
And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you’re single.

By Wendy Cope

 

 

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