Writings and Witterings


No Small Trifle

christmas tree

First, my apologies for being a tad absent for the past six months. I shall do better next year – once I’ve moved house.

Here is a revision of a poem I wrote at this time of year in 2012.

2013 has brought unimagined changes – and has been … shall we say, ‘more than challenging’ – but the message in this poem remains the same: look to the future. This will be my last post until the New Year – I go with Lucy and Di to celebrate Christmas in a seaside cottage.

I wish everyone all the best for Christmas, enjoy it wherever you are and whatever you do. And good vibes for the New Year – here’s hoping that 2014 will live up to our expectations.

No Small Trifle

T’was the night before Christmas
and, in our house,
nothing was stirring,
no rat, bat or mouse.
But mousse made appearance
and trifle with cream.
It’s Christmas Eve,
time to fantasise, dream.
The tree is waiting
for baubles and balls,
holly and ivy
to deck up the halls.
Home is so … homely
at Christmas
and neat,
with carpets fresh vacuumed
and dusting complete.
Parsnips, potatoes,
sprouts and fine wine,
sherry and cabbage
and walnuts sublime;
bacon and turkey,
pudding and snow,
pigs in their blankets,
tree lights all aglow.
I’ve laid the wreaths for the parents long gone;
yesterday’s garland a baby’s swan song.
Christmas memories of bygone years.
Now, look to the future,
enjoy a few beers.

Polly Stretton © 2013


No Small Trifle

T’was the night before Christmas
And, in our house
Nothing was stirring,
No rat, bat or mouse,
But mousse made appearance
And trifle with cream,
It’s Christmas Eve,
Time to fantasise, dream.
The tree a’waiting
For baubles and balls,
Holly and ivy
Deck up the halls,
Home is so … homely
At Christmas
And neat,
With carpets fresh vacuumed
And dusting complete;
Parsnips, potatoes,
Sprouts and fine wine,
Sherry and cabbage
And walnuts sublime;
Bacon and turkey,
Pudding and snow,
Pigs in their blankets,
Tree lights all aglow.
Then lay the wreaths for the parents long gone,
Yesterday’s garland a baby’s swan song,
Christmas memories of bygone years,
Look to the future,
Enjoy a few beers.

Polly Stretton © 2011