“Looking back to the ye ole times.” Gun Roswell
A faded snapshot
Of a place, the time forgot
This was no holiday, store bought
Rather a memory
Every child should have got
A Faded Holiday Memory
Category Archives: Seasonal
Going to the North Pole!
“A quick trip they said? Step inside the sleigh? Visit Santa maybe?” Gun Roswell
A quick trip
To the North Pole
A little hop and skip
To the beat of the drum roll
The elves busy at work
Their faces in a permanent smirk
No time for breaks or coffee
Not even a little toffee
The holiday season is upon us
Which has caused all the fuss
Be careful where you step though
You may end up in a pile of snow
Santa’s sleigh
Without delay
Flying over the river
Presents to deliver
Hitch a ride
In a blink of an eye
You’ll be landing
At the front door standing
Was it a dream
So it would seem
But then again
Life is but a dream
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Seasonal Cheer
“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
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A day in Suburbia in October
“Something about this, time of the year, this, fall, autumn, whatever it’s called, it’s so, gorgeous!” Gun Roswell
The sun was beckoning
Behind the closed window shades
The outside warm and welcoming
Blue skies and colours splayed
On the tableau drawn by nature
Quite the creator
Of beauty and awe
Almost dropped my jaw
When I stepped outside
And stared at the scene in front of me with pride
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October, Rocktober or Sobtober?
“it’s just a month, nothing more, the turning of the year, the seasonal change, weather more likely, so just, deal with it?” Gun Roswell
Little if no sunlight
Feeling the urge of flight
Looking through windows
Outside tall shadows
Cold weather gracing us
With minus degrees Celsius
Colours quickly a fading
The nature slowly graying
October or sobbtober
Surely nothing to rock over
You followed September
Surely, a month to remember
But, as life always has a twist
Therefore I must insist
This time, this October
Was truly a rocktober
With sunshine in abundance
And colours of substance
So far nothing to complain about
No time for doubt or pout
Both spirit and camera uplifted
With feelings of being gifted
With a beautiful October
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A snowy seat; nothing that can beat!
“The best seat in the house, but it’s on the outside!” Gun Roswell
It may be cold outside
With lots of frosted snow there lies
But as the sun comes from its hide
(if it even bothers to do that during winter times!)
You need to take it oh so very slow
And so
Take a seat for a little while
Even if it might not exactly be your style
And simply enjoy with a smile
(No matter snow covered or not!)
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A heart for the holidays
“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
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A snowman for the holidays
“It’s made out of snow, but has a nose and a bow, or a scarf, guess depending on the person having made the snowman up. Freezing cold outside, alas, never too cold for the bold snowman, standing there, in the yard.” Gun Roswell
Frosty the Snowman
Delivering the ultimate plan
For the holiday fan
From here to Milan
Doing the holiday can-can
Just because, he can
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Angels and Elves
“Those mythical figures adorning our homes and perhaps lives, saviours and even spies? Alas, looking rather nice, at least, when staying on them shelves or wherever else they just might dwell.” Gun Roswell
Angels and elves,
Where do they dwell?
Filling the shelves perhaps
Putting on spells on us
Ringing the holiday bells maybe
Letting us know not to be lated
Of the seasonal celebrations
And so,
All is now well again
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The Jolly Ole Saint Nick
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
