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.

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A Good Ole Christmas Jingle

18 Sleeps till Christmas

So I can’t unfortunately be with you right now but in my head we are all together in the most nostalgic Christmassy place the could be. The log fire is crackling, our favourite tipples are in hand, food aplenty and it’s time for a sing song.

I’ve prepared a couple of these post because these are the songs that, for me, epitomise Christmas (phew that was a big word). There are also some beautiful lyrics to be read and if I can find it, and I usually do, I’ll stick a link at the end for you to watch the video.

Right then, lets get this Christmas Shindig started. Join in the fun in the comments if you’d like.

Sung by the Pogues and featuring Kirsty MacColl here is Fairytale of New York.

Clink those glasses… Cheers!

Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome

You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing “Galway Bay”
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day

 

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Under Cold Stars

19 Sleeps till Christmas

As I was on my evening walk
The snow lay roundabout
Soft like velvet
So delicate
An eiderdown whiteout

Passing by the village churchyard
I saw there all alone
A girl so young
Forlorn, she sung
Freezing cold to the bone

I approached with care, said hello
She looked at me and smiled
Hiding her scars
Under cold stars
This innocent young child

And as she turned to walk away
Wished me Merry Christmas
Then by surprise
Before my eyes
Vanished in nights darkness

 

Copyright © JRFC December 2019
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My Special Christmas Guest tonight is…

Walter de la Mare and Mistletoe

Walter John de la Mare was British born in 1873 but of French descent. He was a poet, short story writer and novelist. He was also a write of ‘subtle’ psychological horror stories.

So why did I choose this one, self explanatory really; as well as being a beautiful yet mysterious verse, who doesn’t like a smooch under the Mistletoe eh!

Holly and Mistletoe; couldn’t be me more appropriate for this time of year. I remember my mother nipping into town to the Market and buying freshly cut sprigs that she’d tie into little bunches and hang over the front door and decorate the house.

Ahh good times; by the way… 20 sleeps till Christmas.

Mistletoe

Sitting under the mistletoe

(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),

One last candle burning low,

All the sleepy dancers gone,

Just one candle burning on,

Shadows lurking everywhere:

Some one came, and kissed me there.

 

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe

(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),

No footsteps came, no voice, but only,

Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,

Stooped in the still and shadowy air

Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

Candy Canes

21 Sleeps till Christmas

 

See the candy canes hanging on the tree

Look at the way they shimmer and shine

Dangling on branches of green, so pretty

Edible ornaments, a minty sweet bite

With longing eyes children wait impatiently

How lovely they are this Christmastide

Anxious little fingers linger ambitiously

Under candy canes suspended by twine

Oh to be part of this Christmas scene

 

Copyright © JRFC November 2019
Image by aleksandra85foto from Pixabay