Post by TheDaisy on Dec 12, 2011 15:03:50 GMT
Okay, okay, shoot me if you will. But I thought there ought to be one, as there are now *ahem* only 13 shopping days until Christmas *ducks* ;D
I thought I'd start with one of my favourite poems.
King John's Christmas - A. A. Milne
King John was not a good man,
He had his little ways,
And sometimes no-one spoke to him
for days and days and days.
And men who came across him
while walking in the town,
Gave him a supercilious stare
And passed with noses in the air,
While bad King John stood dumbly there
Blushing beneath his crown.
King John was not a good man,
And no good friends had he.
He stayed in every afternoon
but no-one came to tea.
And round about December,
the cards upon his shelf
which wished him lots of Christmas cheer
and fortune in the coming year,
Were never from his near and dear,
but only from himself.
King John was not a good man,
yet had his hopes and fears.
They'd given him no present now
fpr years and years and years.
But every year at Christmas,
while minstrels stood about
Collecting tribute from the young
for all the songs they might have sung,
He stole away upstairs and hung
a hopeful stocking out.
King John was not a good man,
He lived his life aloof.
Alone he thought a message out
while climbing on the roof.
He wrote it out and propped it
against the chimney stack.
"To all and sundry - near and far -
F Christmas in particular"
and signed it not "Johannes R"
but very humbly - "Jack".
"I want some crackers,
and I want some candy.
I think a box of chocolates
would come in handy.
I don't mind oranges,
I do like nuts,
And I should like a pocket knife
that really cuts.
But oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big red india-rubber ball."
King John was not a good man,
He wrote this message out,
And gat him to his room again,
descending by the spout.
All night he lay there worrying,
a-prey to hopes and fears.
"I think that's him a-coming now!"
(Anxiety bedewed his brow)
"He'll bring one present anyhow -
the first I've had in years.
Forget about the crackers,
Forget about the candy.
I'm sure a box of chocolates
would never come in handy.
I don't like oranges,
I don't want nuts.
And I have got a pocket knife
that almost cuts.
But oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big red india-rubber ball."
King John was not a good man.
Next morning, when the sun
rose up to tell a waiting world
that Christmas had begun,
And people seized their stockings
and opened them with glee,
And crackers, toys and games appeared
and lips with sticky sweets were smeared,
king John said grimly, "As I feared -
nothing again for me!
I did want crackers,
I did want candy.
I know a box of chocolates
would come in handy.
I do like oranges,
I did want nuts,
And I haven't got a pocket knife,
well, not one that cuts.
But oh! if Father Christmas had loved me at all,
he would have brought a big red india-rubber ball!"
King John stood by the window
and frowned to see below
the happy bands of boys and girls
all playing in the snow
A while he stood there watching
and envying them all,
When, though the window, big and red,
there hurtled by his royal head
and bounced and fell upon the bed -
an india rubber ball.
And oh! Father Christmas! My blesings on you fall,
For bringing him a big red india-rubber ball.
I actually typed that from memory. I learned it to recite at a school Christmas concert *ahem* quite a few years ago, and I still remember it now. Sad, eh ;D
I thought I'd start with one of my favourite poems.
King John's Christmas - A. A. Milne
King John was not a good man,
He had his little ways,
And sometimes no-one spoke to him
for days and days and days.
And men who came across him
while walking in the town,
Gave him a supercilious stare
And passed with noses in the air,
While bad King John stood dumbly there
Blushing beneath his crown.
King John was not a good man,
And no good friends had he.
He stayed in every afternoon
but no-one came to tea.
And round about December,
the cards upon his shelf
which wished him lots of Christmas cheer
and fortune in the coming year,
Were never from his near and dear,
but only from himself.
King John was not a good man,
yet had his hopes and fears.
They'd given him no present now
fpr years and years and years.
But every year at Christmas,
while minstrels stood about
Collecting tribute from the young
for all the songs they might have sung,
He stole away upstairs and hung
a hopeful stocking out.
King John was not a good man,
He lived his life aloof.
Alone he thought a message out
while climbing on the roof.
He wrote it out and propped it
against the chimney stack.
"To all and sundry - near and far -
F Christmas in particular"
and signed it not "Johannes R"
but very humbly - "Jack".
"I want some crackers,
and I want some candy.
I think a box of chocolates
would come in handy.
I don't mind oranges,
I do like nuts,
And I should like a pocket knife
that really cuts.
But oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big red india-rubber ball."
King John was not a good man,
He wrote this message out,
And gat him to his room again,
descending by the spout.
All night he lay there worrying,
a-prey to hopes and fears.
"I think that's him a-coming now!"
(Anxiety bedewed his brow)
"He'll bring one present anyhow -
the first I've had in years.
Forget about the crackers,
Forget about the candy.
I'm sure a box of chocolates
would never come in handy.
I don't like oranges,
I don't want nuts.
And I have got a pocket knife
that almost cuts.
But oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big red india-rubber ball."
King John was not a good man.
Next morning, when the sun
rose up to tell a waiting world
that Christmas had begun,
And people seized their stockings
and opened them with glee,
And crackers, toys and games appeared
and lips with sticky sweets were smeared,
king John said grimly, "As I feared -
nothing again for me!
I did want crackers,
I did want candy.
I know a box of chocolates
would come in handy.
I do like oranges,
I did want nuts,
And I haven't got a pocket knife,
well, not one that cuts.
But oh! if Father Christmas had loved me at all,
he would have brought a big red india-rubber ball!"
King John stood by the window
and frowned to see below
the happy bands of boys and girls
all playing in the snow
A while he stood there watching
and envying them all,
When, though the window, big and red,
there hurtled by his royal head
and bounced and fell upon the bed -
an india rubber ball.
And oh! Father Christmas! My blesings on you fall,
For bringing him a big red india-rubber ball.
I actually typed that from memory. I learned it to recite at a school Christmas concert *ahem* quite a few years ago, and I still remember it now. Sad, eh ;D
She has so many of them, because her ex bf was a car dealer and often went to countries such as Poland and the Ukraine.
