“December is a month of great expectations” Gun Roswell
December lights
The sun setting on this dark eve
And for a while it cannot be seen
Polar nights have taken the skies
As a hostage for a longer while
But even in the darkness
There is something which can impress
The holiday season around the corner
All them lights shining from top to floor
“Feeling the darkness within me” Gun Roswell
Noir
The darkness slowly settling in
Like the black feelings within
No sun no moon, no stars
Nothing seen but those endless scars
You might say it’s due to this, special season
But telling that lie would constitute as treason
Compared to this blue ain’t such a bad colour after all
Because, even frozen snowballs, get the blues, in hues
And then, throw in some grey and they’ll throw back some shade,
This certainly ain’t no drive in any slay in any parade
For now, let’s just keep the mood and lips in a frown
Just because, there is this great big excuse, of darkness
But I digress, since life, is always such a big mess
Anyway, so why not embrace, the noir inside and outside, less
Light, can make anything look really good
And I ain’t just talking about food!
If the oddest thing would happen; a spring with colours slapping
In all kinds of mixed odours, then I’ll be prepared
Kinda, but still wearing the noir, backed up by a choir!
“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell
X-mas x3
Mrs Claus
The hardest working woman on the North Pole?
Surely, Mrs Claus wins the title as she plays the role
But who could blame her if even one moment she stole
For herself, taking a break, on this seasonal toll
Working with the red hooded celebrity almost the whole year
Must have some benefits but also plenty of secret fears
Never able to enjoy a solemn vacation, at least, not during this holiday season
But maybe, when Summer starts, this rat race called X-mas, she’ll be able to part
At least for a brief moment
Before X-mas vibes start storming!
“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell
X-mas x3
Santa Claus
The long awaited guest for all the families in all the homes
With a reindeer town sleigh ride, promptly, each year, comes
The jolly fat old dude, who is never ever rude
Some might say, he’s afraid of getting sued!
Alas, down the chimney, or even through the conventional door
The presents under the tree soon for every single soul will pour
Dressed in a red suit, seeing him is surely a hoot
But you’ll never see him at his own horn to toot
Anyways, it’s that time of the season
When even a child’s fantasy cannot be a treason!
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Charles Dickens
A Christmas Tale or Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please
The year was 1845. I was about ten years of age and working as a stable girl. Our family lived and worked in Lord Hamilton’s manor house. It was Christmas time and as a gift for the servants, the Lord arranged a feast for the staff and their families.
Mommy had the children dressed in their Sunday best. My two brothers were complaining about the stiffness of the shirts. Starch was itchy and could cause rash, especially if one scratched the itch.
I had my favourite dress on and my younger sister was a bit jealous of the red and green colouring. She was wearing a plain blue coloured hand me down.
After all the fuzz and hassle with the wardrobe, the whole family was finally set to go to the main house and start with the Christmas dinner. Us servants would be dining in the large kitchen. Several long tables were brought in with extra seats as well. This wasn’t a large household. With around fifteen servants and their families, well not all had children and spouses, all in all around sixty people in total crammed around the tables. The two cooks had had their hands full with the preparations and naturally every one that could had chipped in.
But now it was time for celebration. Everyone was finally sitting down and getting quiet. After grace the noise level rose again. Food containers were passed around and everyone was filling their respective plates. After all, it wasn’t often we got to eat in this manner and variety.
After a while, everyone had cleared their plates and it was time for dessert. My favourite was the Figgy Pudding. If possible I opted for seconds. As I got my plate of the delicious substance before me, I licked my lips and dug into it with gusto. It did not take too long for the food to disappear from my plate.
My mom looked at me with a smirk. I looked back at her and passing my bowl I asked: “Is there any Figgy Puddin’ left?”
I was smiling widely, feeling exhilarated, when the bowl was passed back to me with an other helping.
When the final bits were eaten, it was time for the traditional sing along. The farmhand brought out his accordion and after the first few tunes, we all joined in. The evening was spent singing, chatting and finally picking up the tables. We all went back to our dwellings, thanking the Lord for the special meal.
Merry Pudding and God bless us everyone!
“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell
X-mas x3
Elves
Dressed in grey and red, some trying green instead
A neatly stacked row of elves, there, sitting, on the shelf
They’ll come alive, when the clock strikes five
No matter if it’s night or day, the Elves will come out to play
If you happen to catch them in the act, then as a matter of fact
An Elf you’ll become too, at least, for an hour or two
Some say it’s just the holiday spirit kicking in
But you’ll know better, once you into their shoes are stepping in
They might be a tight fit
But squeeze your toes in, they’ll sit!
Posted in Haiku
“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
Meeting people, strangers and friends
When on the bus, or in
The streets, you’ll never know, who you’ll
Meet, it may not be
Those you seek, but strangers
Can you surprise you, if you them
Greet, a smile a word
Nothing unheard, just some chatter
And who knows, maybe you will end
Up with some new friends
“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell
Winter Blues
Forest silent for a moment, when the snow had descended
Winter season had begun, announcing all the activities as fun
Skiing, skating, sleighing, there is really no denying
Winter can be a lot of fun, even if there is hardly any sun
For a moment the world seems a little smaller
As the trees grow taller, and the forest seems a lot cooler
But dressing up in warm clothing, watching life of white unfolding
Keeping up the lights, in the long nights, future seems also bright
“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell
Winter Blues
Blue descended, on the small lake, undefended
As the sun was setting for the final time of the season
Leaving only the one artificial light, to act as a solemn beacon
In the total darkness, leaving everything otherwise defenseless
Unless, staying inside the guarded perimeter
Patrolled by the vigilant elves, going through each centimeter
Humans and animals a like, huddled together, for the next short while
Until such time, the Spring will arrive, and bring forth the sun’s shine
“A rare moment surely, at this season” Gun Roswell
“A rare moment surely, at this season” Gun Roswell
Winter Sun
Hanging low,
Emanating a soft glow
The neutron star,
Which gives us light even this far
Nature’s special effect,
When you did not expect
The Winter’s sun,
Before the day is done
But not for too long,
Not even time for a song,
It was once again gone
Setting into the horizon,
Not tomorrow arising,
Not even once smiling
It will be set,
Until the final bet
Of a long Winter’s day
And only then,
It’s warmth will it spread
Here and there
And all will be fair
Once more,
Yes we did score!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 