“It’s that time of the season, when glitter and glamour is all around for no good reason” Gun Roswell
Stroll, slowly around In this seasonal holy ground In a great big shopping mall Making you feel quite small As you glare around in much awe With a gaping dropped down jaw All that glitter and all that glamour Causing even the neighbour lady to yammer Myself, I try not to stammer As all the lights and decorations Are causing some seasonal heart palpitation Without really a good explanation But at this point it really doesn’t matter the reason Just enjoying and joining the celebration For all of this only comes along once a year So hop along the festive train without any fear
“There is so much snow out there today, that you will need a sleigh, to make it through, which is not bad at all” Gun Roswell
Snow covered the roadside, as it had been pouring the night before, during, a storm. The surrounding fields, laid under, a soft blanket, woven in threads of white, all of it, looking like something of a holiday book, the seasonal nook, to lay comfortably on. But what ever looks good, is not always putting you in the best of moods, as there was still the road to tackle, and as it was, much like the surrounding grounds, a mass of white powder, rather than a set of clear tracks. What to do now, as the trip to the nearest shop was not plowed? There were a few options, coming to mind, some of them, none too kind, like pouring hot water all over the place, but what was the point, as freezing would only result in using skates, but those were clearly out of shape. Then the pair of skis, against the wall standing, made of some old tree. Nope, the poles were gone, so sliding with a wooden frame under your feet, seemed too much of a feat. When all hope seemed to be gone, one hopeful thing appeared, from the very rear, of the open shed, visible only while looking really carefully. An old sledge, just there, on the edge! On closer inspection, it seemed to be in pretty good condition, considering it had not been used, in many years since the past, when all of us adults, were kids and thus, riding the ridges, like having plenty of fire under our bridges. But reminisce aside, this would be our very ride, taking us across the snowy roads, with a small sleigh in our tow.
“’twas the Sunday, just a day or two, away, from the holidays ahead” Gun Roswell
Seemingly calm On the outside, but be warned It’s hotter than hell Inside where it smells Just like the holiday is blaring And upon us without a fair warning The house is a mess of people and things Everyone is running, no stopping to sing The hustle and bustle Of cooking, cleaning and if you must know It’s too damned busy For any kind of seasonal spirit Not today, not tomorrow But when the Eve is upon Then without any sorrow We all settled down Sit quietly around the table Tell another Xmas fable As the calm has finally descended And all the work ended
“A beer with some cookies, certainly a well deserved snack during the holiday season.” Gun Roswell
When the holiday season is celebrated and then finally done It is the time for the Christmas labourers to have some fun A well deserved break with family and friends Before the big bearded boss them back to work sends Some beer, burritos and a few cookies to enjoy Makes forget the hard daily chores and shout ahoy Seated in the North Pole’s one and only cafe-bar Since there is really no time to go too far Soon the bell beckons them all back to the ever going assembly line Because next years stuff needs to be started in time So don’t blame these busy bees of getting a tad drunk It’s just to get out of this seasonal funk And soon enough with a big fat smile on their faces They will be working all over them places Putting together all things on people’s lists Yes, those are the elves, who’ll manufacture all your gifts
“The holidays are here and the weather changed, what are the odds?” Gun Roswell
The ever consuming darkness on the outside Needs to be shedding, with some much needed light All the small decorative candles flickering bright On the window shill, I once painted white
As I watch the weather in constant turmoil I venture back to the days with seasonal joy The ground always covered with so much snow When going outside was fun with only a toboggan in tow
Alas those days may have passed And the changing seasons are of the past But somehow the silent smog outside the window It is still comforting enough, even with a little wind blow
“The fresh footfalls in the snow in the early morning before the wind blows” Gun Roswell
Just after the early morning sunrise Awaiting, behind tight closed blinds A seasonal and unexpected surprise During the long dark night Something soft, bright and white Onto the bare ground fallen from the skies
Shrieking our of happiness and utter joy Up out and about the rare weather to finally enjoy Putting on snow shoes and out in to the cold to venture For today, is the day of that long awaited great adventure
Winter had finally full filled its promise Pouring all the fluffy soft powder to each and every crevice Now nothing more perfect than clear blue skies and sun So what if we play hooky and get one day of fun!
“The guardian of the backyard stays put there, in its jar, always watching over us mere mortals.” Gun Roswell
Snow flakes landing on the ground Covering the land like a white crown No stopping of seasons changing Both in rain and sunlight bathing The backyard angel sitting still Feeling neither chill or thrill A guardian of this household may he be But not a sound nor move will make he Rest assured your home is safe As long as the backyard angel in his place will stay
“Riding to work in a horse driven sleigh, that is certainly a display, especially in the city centre!” Gun Roswell
it’s the early morning traffic Which left its very first tracks The snowy streets, filled with sleet No good for bare feet But a horse and a buggy That is the way to travel snuggly!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 