Waiting Game

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Santa

Will come

So I’ll sit and wait

I don’t care if it’s getting late

I’ll sit right here 

And not move away

Until I hear that roof top sleigh

If I get sleepy

And to tiredness succumb 

Just cover me with blankets

Until he comes


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Simple Scene

Scene of Birth of Christ
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It is a simple scene from long ago

One devoid of evergreens and snow

No reindeer near the manger rest

No Santa on his midnight quest

A simple stable behind an inn

A squalid place to birth in

But that is how it was that night

And not a Black Friday anywhere in sight


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A short poem as Advent approaches

What a Relief

 

People, Leisure, Couple, Relaxing

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Time to relax, the summer’s begun

World of Concrete – behind me

Now for some much needed sun.

Kids to summer camp

Have been sent away

Sand and sea before me

To fill up my day.

Straw hat on my head,

Margarita in hand,

Crash of waves to serenade me

On my comfy lounger bed.

 

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Craft a poem on the these of “What a Relief, “using at least 4 of the following 7 words and phrases:

smooth sailingsharkconcretewax sealsummer campmargarita, and straw hat.

 

I still might not be the time for such escapes, but let’s hope the world-wide crisis abates so we can again find such reliefs.

The Sweater

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“That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen,” Erin said dismissively.

“I kind of like it,” Wanda said. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Well first of all, it is baby poop green.”

“It’s ‘mustard’ actually,” Wanda said a bit defensively.

“Well, whatever you call it, it looks like it belongs in a nappy.  And what is that design on it?  A moldy doughnut?”

“It’s a wreath,” Wanda humphed.

“Ah, that’s what it is?  So it’s a Christmas jumper then.”

“Well, dah,” Wanda retorted.

“Well in that case, I have seen worse.  Sorry.”

 

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First Line Friday: December 20th, 2019

Preparation

Supermarket, Fridge, Produce, Food

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Down freezer-lined aisles,  we did tread

In search of a feast for festivities ahead

Frozen turkey, sprouts, and even corn

All to be thawed by Christmas morn

We stock up on Yorkshires

And blanketed pigs – to eat

And a chocolate gateau – our meal to complete

It’s convenient – with storage-time extensive

We’ve even prepared for New Year’s

It wasn’t expensive

 

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge December 10, 2019: Frozen

 

 

 

 

The Queue: An Etheree

Father Christmas, Christmas, December

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My daughters have recently posted photos of my grandchildren in the company of Santa.  With that in mind and with this week’s Colleen’s Challenge  to write a syllabic poem which uses synonyms for give and shake; I, in the holiday spirit, came up with the following Etheree poem.  The form consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.

In
Joyful
Excitement
The children wait.
Anticipation
And glad expectation
Causing little limbs to quake;
The promise of presents to come
When their turn in line finally comes
And they sit upon Saint Nicholas’ knee.

 

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While Shepherds Watched

HITACHI

Sheep

Humble men flocks keeping
Guarding sheep when others are sleeping
The stillness broken by glorious sight
Angelic hosts fill up the night
And why to these humble go?
A birth to announce so the world could know
One greater than kings had been born
But he lay in a manger – wrapped in cloths torn
This little child – then fast asleep
Two millennia on – the humble still He seeks

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Ecclefechan (or Border) Tart

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Ecclefechan

I wasn’t aware of this dessert until it was mentioned to me by a dear friend.  The name seemed interesting so I looked it up.  It did seem a yummy confection, so I gave it a go.  The tart is named after a village in Dumfries and Galloway in Scotland.  It is indeed yummy,  and it is a great alternative to mince pies.

Ingredients:

The Crust:

  • Plain or All-Purpose Flour 1 1/4 cups
  • Butter 1/4 cup chilled and cubed
  • Stork (or similar) Shortening 1/4 cup
  • Salt 1/4 tsp
  • Chilled Water 3 to 5 Tbs

The Filling:

  • Butter 1/2 cup  (unsalted is best), melted
  • Dark Brown Sugar 1/2 cup (packed)
  • Treacle 1 tsp
  • Eggs 2 large
  • Lemon Juice 1 Tbs (fresh is best)
  • Lemon Peel 1 tsp (packed), grated
  • Ground Cinnamon 1/2 tsp
  • Raisins 2 cups
  • Walnuts 1 cup (chopped)

Method:

 

The Crust:

Mix the flour and salt in a bowl. Cut in butter and shortening until mixture resembles coarse meal. Add the water about a tablespoon at a time, mixing with a fork after each splash. Continue adding water until the dough starts to hold together. Roll the dough into a ball and chill for at least half and hour before rolling out to fill a pie pan. It should make enough for a 9 inch single crust pie.

Then, preheat oven to 190 C/375 F. Line crust with foil; fill with dried beans or pie weights. Bake until sides are set and slightly brown (about 30 minutes). Remove foil and beans. Continue to bake until golden brown. Cool crust in pan on a rack for 30 minutes.

The Filling:

Mix the butter and sugar in bowl.  Whisk in eggs 1 at a time.  Add the lemon juice, lemon peel, and cinnamon. Stir in raisins and the chopped nuts.  Pour filling into crust. Bake the tart [still at 190 C/375 F] until filling is deep brown and set in center, covering crust edges with foil if browning too quickly (about 30 minutes). Cool tart.

 

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Simple Celebrations: An Etheree Poem

Appetite, Broiled, Calories, Catering

image: Pixabay

 

Year
Coming
To a close
Autumn rushes
Towards turkey feasts
Thanksgiving and Advent
And then merry Christmastide
Full of joy, indulgence and gifts
Our bank accounts strain from the effort
I prefer a sweet mistletoe kiss

 

This week  COLLEEN M. CHESEBRO has challenged us to write a syllabic poem using synonyms for the words “End & Hurry,” and on the theme of thanksgiving.  One of the forms she notes it the Etheree.   “An Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format.”

 

Living in the UK, Thanksgiving Day is just another Thursday, but the theme of holidays and family get-togethers does fill this time of year.  Please excuse my clumsy attempt to form the poem into a Christmas tree.

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