Stories and Paintings
Well it’s another December and Christmas again, A time of peace and goodwill toward men, A season to celebrate the Saviour’s birth, Observed all over the face of the earth, With traditions of food and stories and gifts, And songs, and family to celebrate with. Now, some of our customs got me thinking, You see,... Continue Reading →
It's Christmas time, just a few days to go, And if you're like me you can't wait, But before we start with the presents and ham, There are a few things I'd like to set straight. For not everything you've heard about Christmas, Is exactly, factually true, And I'd like to clear up some... Continue Reading →
Christmas has inspired innumerable deeds of creativity and charity. Some have composed songs to honour the Son of God, some have given gifts to the poor, and others have held feasts of celebration. Then there’s Charles Dickens. When he contemplated the birth of Jesus Christ, the incarnation of Deity, and the arrival of hope for... Continue Reading →
In the morning the president of the bank arrived, Unlocked the front door and made his way inside. As he entered his office he got quite a shock, He was met by an angry old elf with a Glock. He saw six more elves as he looked round the room, Armed with guns and grenades... Continue Reading →
Binkle the elf and his crew took the sleigh, In a flash they were off, they were up and away. They travelled like lightning on two reindeer’s power, And hit eight armoured trucks in twenty-four hours. They swooped in on a large-scale drug deal uninvited, But with Rudolph’s red nose they were easily sighted.... Continue Reading →
’Twas a month out from Christmas, so it goes, without fail, A big pile of bills arrived in the mail, With a letter marked urgent, addressed from the bank, And when Santa read it, his jolly heart sank. Now facing foreclosure unless debts were paid, Santa went to the shed where he kept his... Continue Reading →
Every December when I was young, my family would pack two suitcases into the old station wagon and make the four-hour drive west to spend Christmas with my grandparents. Grandad and Nana lived on a farm. It was small compared to the neighbouring properties, but still big enough for us kids to have some great... Continue Reading →
