“A very short time for a celebration and holidays, but hey, I’ll take it!” Gun Roswell
When the two days of pleasure, puts on a lot of pressure Because hey, it’s just a few days, and packing in all to slay The checklist done earlier this year, just in utter fear Of loosing out on some of the important things to be done During over three hundred days, packed with all and maybe fun But then, the fatigue hits and all you can do it just sit And watch as the candles softly flicker, forgetting all the bigger Worries and what nots and simply, sipping some eggnog Because that, is what this season, is really all about!
“Sometimes, the classics are the best of tales, even in reposts. Happy holidays to One and All!” Gun Roswell
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.
“Oh Xmas time, oh Xmas time… yeah, so, tis the season after all, so let’s try to have some kind of a ball? Even if some of us might not just subscribe to the general idea of the celebratory time. But yeah, totes put up a tree and some lights, as they do look, kinda nice!” Gun Roswell
The jolly Saint Nick For some, Father Christmas To others, Santa Claus
Call him what you will You will always get your fill Of happy thoughts and enjoyment And possibly a nice payment On Christmas Eve or Day wherever in the world you play If you only believe
“Sometimes, one simply needs to forget about the hassle around, take a breather and concentrate on the very essence of what this special season really means, if anything.” Gun Roswell
In a comfortable winter’s sled A holiday heart, glowing in red Cheer and joy, for a while it will spread No one knows, what here it lead Or where it will next head So each night, before you go to bed Whisper a wish to keep it fed
“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
“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
“Greetings to one and all, holiday and seasonal cheer in tow” Gun Roswell
When this season is upon us once again with the realest of feel And it is the time when the home becomes filled with smells and kind of a cheer Maybe even catch a glimpse of the grumpiest of neighbours with leer It is the time with colours and lights so bright, the X-mas Eve is sure to be near
The colours and lights of green and red Filling each corner of this small homestead No time for sleep, just jump out of bed And get out now the holiday spirits to spread
But if you are not feeling this thing at all Never, mind, not everyone can have it all Just try to be cool and then, just stand tall And maybe, for a beer, head out to the nearest mall
Rantings Of A Third Kind 