Hereís another wonderful poem from Jenny Riley, Queensland, Australia.
With Christmas approaching, we all remember Christmas habits of the past. We all want to have a happy time, and this poem is all about a Granny venting her frustrations with her family. Surely, we all know how this granny feels!!
By Jenny Riley
This year Iím going to write a Christmas Wish List
Going to pin it up for everyone to see
Things to give me great delights
Ďcos Iíll know theyíve got it right
Therese are things I want them all to do for me.
This year Iím going to change my way of giving
Last yearís ďimprovementĒ presents were a frost
Thereíll be nothing made by me
For Iím on my dignity
As the ones I made last year I think were tossed.
This year thereíll be no heirloom blouse for daughter
My grandson will not get a patchwork quilt
Thereíll be no cakes and such
For we all eat far too much
And I swear I will not feel a touch of guilt.
This year thereíll be no panic from October
Iím going to go through Christmas all serene
I can say without a blush
This year no last minute rush
It is sense, you know, I am not being mean.
This year this Grandmaís going to try a bit of freedom
Iím sitting back, itís time I had some fun,
For we had this nifty notion
To spend Christmas on the ocean
And we booked a cruise that sails December One.
This year the kids will have to do the Christmas cooking,
(Going to buy my presents long before we leave)
And I know it will be fine meeting at your house, not mine,
ĎCost dad and I get back on Christmas Eve.
This year I wonít be stitching like a demon
I might make a dress or two if I have time
Because, for once, you see,
I am doing this for me,
And I really do not see that as a crime.
PostcriptThis year a strike saw the cruise just didnít happen.
And the kids are all now coming home to stay
So Iím cutting, stitching, making
And cooking, freezing, baking
And I really just canít wait till Christmas Day!!