Monthly Archives: December 2014

The Gift that Doesn’t Need to be Wrapped

“I asked the children at breakfast one December to write a list of what they wanted for Christmas. I was busy, I had a lot on at work and I didn’t want to waste time in the shops. I was happy to buy them what they wanted, but I didn’t have time to spend thinking about what they might like.”

The man was quite emotional as he told me this. I was in a big department store in Dublin when this man had recognised me and come up to me and asked me could he tell me a story.

“When I asked them to write out a list my son of 11 and daughter of 13 just replied, “Dad, we don’t want any Christmas presents – we just want to have a great day with you. We want to go to church together , we want to have a laugh as we all help to cook dinner,” and his son added “I want to play football with you.”

The father admitted he got angry; he hadn’t time for this “Just write your list!” he told his children.
His children looked at him and his daughter said “Dad we have a gift for you but it doesn’t need to be wrapped!”
He said that this line stayed with him, but that he forget it in the run up to Christmas.

As the man was standing there talking with me the angels briefly took my attention to an elderly couple who were sheltering in the doorway of the store, they were holding hands and looking at each other with affection. The angels allowed me to hear what they were saying to each other and I immediately knew what “the present that didn’t need to be wrapped” was.

The man told me that on Christmas morning there were lots of presents under the tree. The son was delighted with the presents but he looked over at his father and said “Dad, we told you we didn’t want presents” and he threw his arms around his father and said “I love you,”

The man seemed to light up the department store as he told me, “It was the best present I ever got in my life”.
The man and I stood there and we both had tears running down our face. I’m getting upset even talking about this.

He told me that it was years since he had told his son, or his daughter that he loved them – actually said the words “I love you.” He told me he used to say it to them when they were very little but now that they were bigger it had seemed to him less appropriate – and he had gotten out of the habit of saying it.
He told me he realised now, that giving gifts wasn’t a substitute for telling his children he loved them. That spending time with them doing what they wanted to do was much more valuable than any gift he could buy in a shop.

Christmas is not about material things – it’s about showing love to people around you and enjoying spending precious time with each other. Remember this as you start to worry about not having a gift for someone, or not cooking the perfect turkey. And do take the opportunity that Christmas to give the present that doesn’t need to be wrapped and say those words “I love you” to the people you care for.

This was sent to me, in an email, by Lorna Byrne.

http://www.lornabyrne.com/

Merry Christmas, in advance

If you are fortunate enough to own a Leyland Princess car,

I wish you a Merry Princessmas.

Austin Princess Christmas

Se ya.

Twas a few days before Christmas…

Twas a few days days before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was ready, not even a mouse,
There were no stockings by the chimney ever so bare,
And no thoughts that St Nicholas soon would be there.
**********
The children were outside, not snug in their beds,
No visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Mamma lost her ‘kerchief, and I also in my cap,
Our brains were not ready for a long winter’s nap.
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When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the window to see what was the matter.
Gazing out the window I knew in a flash,
It was the spirit of Austin Princess; it’s a fact.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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Crazymad, Crazymad, Crazymad man

An Alternative Christmas Song

Crazymad, Crazymad, Crazymad man,
Penning his tales and telling his yarns,
Laughing and prancing with him and his pen,
Now his Crazymad world has begun.

Crazymad, Crazymad, Crazymad man,
With Crazymad rhymes and his Crazymad lines,
Laughing and prancing with Crazymad hair,
And his Crazymad stare.

What a bright time, it’s the right time,
To pass the time of day.

This Crazymad time is a swell time
To spend your time reading night and day,
Read them mad, read them sad, Crazymad mad,
Reading around the clock

Mix and a-mingle; what a Crazymad feat,
That’s the Crazymad,
That’s the Crazymad,
That’s the Crazymad man.

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Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
*
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
*
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
*
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
*
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
*
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
*
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
*
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
*
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
*
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
*
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
*
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
*
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

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Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet

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Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the miles that I walked,
And the shoes that I bought,
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet.

*

I wish I’d been that much more willin’
And provided more space for the fillin’
To pass up winklepickers,
From respect to me kippers
And to buy something else with me shillin’.

*

When I think of the miles that I trekked,
And the hills that I climbed without a heck,
Potholes, big and little,
Ruined my feet, so very brittle,
My kippers are horribly fecked.

*

My Mother, she told me no end,
“Good feet are always your friends”
I was young then, and brainless,
My shoe choice so careless,
I never had much time to spend.

*

Oh I showed them the new shoes so bright,
I flashed them about with delight,
But up-and-down walkin’
And kickin’ and rushin’
Played havoc with my dainty delights.

*

If I’d known I was paving the way,
To verrucae, corns and decay,
The pain of arthritis,
Gout and detritus,
I’d have thrown all me show shoes away.

*

So I sit in the podiatrist’s chair,
And I hear his diagnosis in despair,
Telling me what I should have done,
And the shoes I should have donned,
“They’ll only last,” he’ll say, “for a few more days.”

*

How I laughed at my Mother’s false leg,
As she struggled with it clunkin’ beneath,
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me it is beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet.

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Mad Eye Moody

Mad Eye Moody – can it really be,
That splendid interpretation, a hero so free?
Who gave us his all for the cry of the truth,
So we could remember that good is forsooth.

Oh, yes, they can Twitter, be it here, be it there,
About American Idol and Celebrities fair,
But can they replace the genius so fine,
Like Rowling and Dahl – or Wilson’s strange mind?
*
When next you are shopping in Wal-Mart, I think,
If its bargains you’re after then remember the ink,
On the paper, in the book section, where I’m waiting for sure,
To temp you with my writing and to open the door.
*
And when that door has been opened, my world of strange stuff,
Will entrance and beguile you; the air will be hushed,
As you read about Alice, the Cat and the Mouse,
Harry Rotter and Jimmy – and Beetle about.
*
Forget about Powerball, cars and the news,
Never mind Danny Choo – who is he? I muse
Wikipedia doesn’t know me but, heck, do I care?
When I’ve got so many readers in the real world, out there.

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