Little money left
Pass beside a new bookshop
“Take all my money!”
The winter solstice
Let us all go to newgrange
See the sun shine in
Christmas is coming
Almost all my presents bought
Just one more to go
They grow up so fast
Known them since they were babies
Now they’re all grown up
A fellow who I once knew
Would always say “How do you do?”
Then stick out a fist
Of muscle and grist
To shake the life out of poor you
A man of exceptional wealth
Was getting concerned for his health
Said he “The rotting of cash
May lead to a rash
And discomfort around the belt
A husband and bit of a slob
Was always yapping his gob
“Enough” said his wife
As she held up a knife
“Or I’ll shove this right up in your knob”
Heavy rains today
Traffic much worse than morning
All aiming for home
Goodbye to Dublin
Deep Scandinavian snow
Proper white Christmas
Was sick on Monday
Missed storytelling event
Five euro wasted
Good food a coming
Probably too rich for me
Who cares? I’ll eat it.
Late night partying
Then early morning meeting
Very unpleasant
Santa hat on head
Christmas jumper on display
Best time of the year
Food fun and family
Everybody loves Christmas
Except for turkeys
Cards sent to loved ones
Something special about them
Christmas cheer by post
Out there in the sticks
Battlements, schoolchildren in gowns
My God! It’s Hogwarts!
It is cold and wet
They should let me stay in bed
Maybe untill spring
Still dark when I leave
The world is just waking up
Streetlamps bathe dark homes
It is late morning
The tram is completely packed
All Christmas shoppers
To.school tomorrow
Should keep the funders happy
They all love outreach
The third hobbit film
To be released Friday week
Millions of fans wait
I like Dublin films
They’re set in places I know
Landmarks of my life
New book that I’m in
Out hopefully by Christmas
Keep watching this space
Last month of the year
Time to assess what happened
Were things good for you?
“You dopey bollix!”
Silence descends on the room
Gran’s watching snooker
It’s a very damp day
Not really raining but wet
Where colds are concieved
They interviewed me
Kindly kept out all the bits
That make me creepy
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