I may have mentioned before that I'm not exactly what you call a Xmas person (never have been really). I'm at least partly with Sheldon Cooper on this (click on name for the clip, it won't embed). But, of course, once you have children in the house it's not really up to you what you like and don't like... well, not all the time anyway... thus I have learned to have (at least a bit of) a Xmas face. And it's pretty when it snows (outside, not my face) and it has snowed this week (bit early for Xmas really but what can you do... it snows when it snows...).
A couple of weeks ago I even wrote a Xmas poem... about the 'trying to be cheery and in the Xmas spirit' business. It's not as good as the O'Hooley & Tidow Xmas song (posted before ages ago, sounds like this, and yes, they were EXCELLENT at the folk club this week, thank-you very much, really magnificent performances!) but I've read the poem out twice now (in Brechin and at folk club this Tuesday) and it's not the worst Xmas item you'll experience this year, I'm sure. Its title keeps changing... as does a bit of the last line... but for now this is what it looks like:
“Are you excited about Xmas?” the young ones all say
"The snow and the tinsel, the bells and the sleigh?"
Well... we older and wiser know what lies ahead
The ups and the downs, the emotional spread
So we smile half a smile and we sigh half a sigh
And we think to ourselves “My... doesn't time fly?
Xmas again and it's come round so fast...”
And we look in our file labelled large “Xmas past”
And we see many entries, not all of them glowing
With happiness, cosiness, carols and snowing
Instead family dramas, the trials we've had
Our own soapy operas, good stories and bad
Silent times too, lonely days, plans gone wrong
Times when the holidays really dragged on
So we give back our answer – a “yes” and a “no”
And a guide to our yuletide follows below.
At Xmas expectations are sillily high
From immaculate beginnings to the perfect mince pie
So we're on to a loser from the start of the game
But we try to ignore that, not focus on blame
And we sing all the songs, even angels and kings
And shop till we flop, wearing out our best wings
And we cook and we stew, and our memories bake
And the telly works hard to keep spirits awake
And we sink now and then, maybe after a sherry
And we try not to tire of the word that is “merry”
And we miss special people who've left us and gone
And we try not to cry but the tears still switch on
Like the lights, that at Xmas, are pretty and bright
There's a positive note, hark, an ending's in sight
For the yule, this is all, it comes round, has its slot
And we wade our way through it, excited or not.