My Special Christmas Guest tonight is…

15 Sleeps till Christmas

Timothy Tocher and Help Wanted

I confess I have no idea who this gentleman is other than he’s a writer of fiction and non fiction and has written poetry for both kids and adults alike.

This poem, however I had to post cause it is brilliant, funny, colourful; heck I just love it. Thank you Mr Tocker and Merry Christmas to you!

Help Wanted

Santa needs new reindeer.
The first bunch has grown old.
Dasher has arthritis;
Comet hates the cold.
Prancer’s sick of staring
at Dancer’s big behind.
Cupid married Blitzen
and Donder lost his mind.
Dancer’s mad at Vixen
for stepping on his toes.
Vixen’s being thrown out—
she laughed at Rudolph’s nose.
If you are a reindeer
we hope you will apply.
There is just one tricky part:
You must know how to fly.


Timothy Tocher, “Help Wanted” from Kids Pick the Funniest Poems. Copyright © 1991 by Timothy Tocher.

Raise a Glass

16 Sleeps till Christmas


Christmas comes but once every year
Let us all stand and give a cheer
Join me, raise a glass and revere
Christmas comes but once every year
Stay strong through life and persevere
Give of yourself and volunteer
Christmas comes but once every year
Let us all stand and give a cheer


Copyright © JRFC December 2019
Image from Pixabay

A Carol for Christmas

17 Sleeps till Christmas

This one takes my right back, I mean infant and junior schools and nativity plays. I love this carol, it’s about the memories of not having any school lessons while we rehearsing the play. The fun times of school Christmas parties and fancy dress costumes.

Did I tell you I won second prize for my Darth Vader costume. I had to have a cut football and cardboard mask for a helmet and I wore my mothers boots. Almost scarred me for life, but it was fun.

Once in Royal David City

Once in royal David’s city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor and meek and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

And through all his wondrous childhood,
He would honour and obey,
Love and watch the lowly mother,
In whose gentle arms He lay.
Christian children all should be,
Mild, obedient, good as He.

For He is our child-hood’s pattern,
Day by day like us He grew,
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew,
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that child so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above,
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.

Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him, but in heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
When like stars his children crowned,
All in white shall be around.


Why not have a listen to this lovely carol.

Image from Pinterest, modified by JRFC


Are You In Love With Your Own Writing?


“A word after a word after a word is power.”Margaret Atwood

There’s this thing called verbal narcissism. It’s pretty much the ability to game a wall, if it comes to that. To sell sand in the Sahara Desert.

It also means to be so in love with your own words that it could mean talking on and on about things that few people ever care about. Or it could happen that you do deliver a strong message, but you’re using so many words to do so, that it’s all distilled to the point of making people want to smack you over the head with their keyboards.

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