I’m sitting here. In the garden, enjoying the beautiful sunshine. Besides absorbing the essential Vitamin D, I, also, take in the sights and sounds of chirping birds and the gentle sway of palm fronds in the soft, cool breeze.
And I ponder; I reflect upon the year gone by – 2018. It was a busy year. A happy year. A sad year. Many different emotions all packed into one memorable year. With the advent of a fresh new year, the Gracious Almighty has given me another chance to put right my wrongs, and afforded me the opportunity to allow myself to become the best ME that I could possibly be. Indeed, for that I truly thank You.
I realise that my blessings, however small they may be, appear everywhere, every day, and, more importantly, they are there, for me, with each new year. Therefore, now that 2019 has dawned, I am deeply and veraciously grateful for each fresh, new day.
A few of my blessings – miracles – are penned below, in poetic form.
So, put down your mug of coffee, stop playing video games, and simply sit back, against the puffed up cushions in your nice, comfy, chunky sofa. Huddle up beneath your warm ‘blankie’, and read on.
Read slowly, meaningfully, pausing, now and again, to digest the vivid imagery present in the poem….
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“See the garden, green and lush, that freshly blooms;
Observe the red-bricked house and all its rooms;
Note the far off planet, strange, with rings and several moons;
Snow is heavily falling,
Santa is loudly calling,
Everyone is briskly running,
Towards the fire a-burning,
Children are noisily yelling,
Parents are articulately telling….
“Shhh, harken, Xmas bells a-ringing!”
Elves are busy wrapping,
Reindeer hooves are tapping,
Grotto chimes are chinkling,
Bubbly glasses, a-clinking,
Snowball fights, gosh, rollicking,
Toddlers and kids, a-frolicking,
“Shhh, harken, Xmas bells a-ringing!”
Christmas trees, psychedelically twinkling,
Fairies atop, angelically winking,
Tiny wee fairy lights, a-blinking,
Teeny-weeny bells, joyfully chinking,
Lots of fun goodies, yummy, so scrumptious,
Everyone’s thrilled, merry and facetious,
It doesn’t matter
If, amidst the clatter,
You want to natter,
So, let us chatter;
And, yeah, get fatter
On doughnuts, yum, that batter.
Oops, the rain goes pitter-patter
Hurry, dash inside, Mr Mad Hatter!
Now, Alice turns to me
“It’s very unfair, don’t you see,
With Mad Hatter, you had tea,
Doughnuts too, but not with me!”
I look around and all I see
Such angry faces, out to get me.
The Queen, the Cat and company,
So, with White Rabbit, I quickly flee.
Out the tree, I swiftly hop,
Run up the hill, to its top;
I’ll not tarry, or wait a dot,
I’m in trouble, quite in a spot.
“Goodbye,” I yell, “you creepy lot!
You weird, eerie, dotty lot!”
At home now, I am…in Camelot, So, hey you all, wasit a dream…or what?
I am a bee, a busy bee, a Christmas bee, you see
I have too much to do, I am buzz-y, buzz-y, buzz-y.
Santa dear, one day, came to me, and asked for my help, you see
“The shopping list is far too long,” whined he, over a cuppa tea.
His face, a wee bit weary, into the chair, he slumped, so sad, dear me!
“Got too much to do; pressies to buy, then wrap to put under that tree.”
“Rudolph’s down with flu, two elves are sick in bed, oh woe is me!”
Oh my gosh, thought me the bee, was this a dream, a movie or some fantasy?
Come, come, dear man, this will not do; tut-tut, all this I cannot see
Now listen up, Santa, just you breathe, relax and quietly drink your tea.
The world awaits you; every kid with bated breath, agog to hug a pressie
Don’t let them down, please, Santa; I will do my part to help, said me the bee.
So, who helped with the wrapping, the packing; gifts to place beneath the Christmas tree?
Who bucked up Santa? Healed Rudolph and those sickly elves? Yes, me the bee!
Dear friends, so that’s the tale how I became a Christmas bee, the busy bee;
Now whene’er you hear the “Ho Ho Ho!”, thank me, the bee – buzz-y, buzzy, buzz-y!
