A Carol for Christmas

24 Sleeps till Christmas

And so it begins; for the first time this year can I start by wishing you all a very Merry Christmas.

Can I also make my apologies now for I know that it’s not always the merriest time of year for some and the season can be celebrated in different ways by other faiths and religions. However I must write in the spirit in which it means to me; and that is Love and Fun for Everyone.

So I truly hope; for those that:

  • are unable to enjoy the season; you are okay and able to be with family and friends at this time of year
  • celebrate this time of year in your special way; your celebrations are fulfilling and bring you joy
  • just like a bit of a knees up; stay safe, drink sensibly and make sure your address is written on your forehead for the taxi ride home

Right, enough of the Claus’s (snigger, I crack myself up) let’s take a trip down nostalgia lane with this lovely Carol that I first heard when I was a youngster.

I am a big fan of the Lewis Carroll story A Christmas Carol. As sad as it may sound I have a collection of different version of the movie except I’m afraid to say the animation that I first heard this played.

It dates back so far that no one really knows its true origins or author but has been sung at all types of events from concerts to movies to kids on the street. As you can imaging, being such an old carol there have been many versions to the lyrics so I’ve put together what I think reads the best.

So without further ado here is:

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Saviour

Was born on Christmas Day

To Save us all from Satan’s pow’r

When we were gone astray


Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy


From God our heavenly Father

A blessed angel came,

And unto certain shepherds

Brought tidings of the same,

How that in Bethlehem was born

The Son of God by name


Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy


Fear not then, said the Angel

Let nothing you affright

This day is born a Saviour

Of a pure virgin birth

To free all those who trust in him

From Satan’s pow’r and might


Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy


The shepherds at those tidings

Rejoiced much in mind,

And left their flocks a-feeding

In tempest, storm and wind,

And went to Bethlehem straightway,

This blessed Babe to find


Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy


In Bethlehem, in Israel

This blessed Babe was born

And laid within a manager

Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary

Did nothing take to scorn


Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy


Now to the Lord sing praises,

All you within this place,

And with true love and brotherhood

Each other now embrace;

This holy tide of Christmas

All other doth deface


Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy


If you’d like to here the carol this version by Anne Lennox is particularly festive, go check it out.

Image from Pinterest, modified by JRFC

My Special Ghost tonight is…

Maurice Kilwein Guevara and A Rhyme for Hallowe’en

After bargaining with the Boatman he agreed to take me to the internet underworld for some Hallowe’en Trick O Treats, where upon I dug up this chilling little number.

It was written by the poet, playwright, and actor Maurice Kilwein Guevara who was born in Belencito, Colombia, and raised in Pittsburgh. A very learned man, earning a BA and a PhD in English, a BS in psychology and a Master of Fine Arts from Bowling Green State University.

He is a founding member of the National Latino Writers’ Association and has taught at the University of Wisconsin and at Indiana University of Pennsylvania.

Now here’s a Guy educated in the arts and a great poet to boot if this verse is anything to go by.

So come from beneath the bed sheets and have a peek at this; if you dare…

A Rhyme for Hallowe’en

Tonight I light the candles of my eyes in the lee
And swing down this branch full of red leaves.
Yellow moon, skull and spine of the hare,
Arrow me to town on the neck of the air.

I hear the undertaker make love in the heather;
The candy maker, poor fellow, is under the weather.
Skunk, moose, raccoon, they go to the doors in threes
With a torch in their hands or pleas: “O, please . . .”

Baruch Spinoza and the butcher are drunk:
One is the tail and one is the trunk
Of a beast who dances in circles for beer
And doesn’t think twice to learn how to steer.

Our clock is blind, our clock is dumb.
Its hands are broken, its fingers numb.
No time for the martyr of our fair town
Who wasn’t a witch because she could drown.

Now the dogs of the cemetery are starting to bark
At the vision of her, bobbing up through the dark.
When she opens her mouth to gasp for air,
A moth flies out and lands in her hair.

The apples are thumping, winter is coming.
The lips of the pumpkin soon will be humming.
By the caw of the crow on the first of the year,
Something will die, something appear.

Welcome to Hallowe’en Week!

I am so thrilled to be still here for a second All Hallow’s Eve.

This is Halloween Guys and Gals and this year I’ve been able to put together a whole seven goreous days (see what I did there) dedicated to this holiday.  Yes my Friends, a holiday, I have loved since the year dot and now I get to share another one with you Witches and Warlocks out there.

So what’s on for this fangtastic holiday (ahh the oldies are the goodies). Well I have my usual Special Guest Ghost and Movie Song Scream posts waiting to come out from under the bed. And of course yours truly has done his best to put down some spooktacular verses (I crack myself up), all written in fake theatrical blood of course.

I’ve also written my own spin on the seven deadly sins which means there will be two posts a day, yes TWO. Keep your eyes open as I don’t want them scaring you when they jump out of the shadows of your notifications cupboard.

Yes my fellow Ghosties and Ghoulies, I’m here all week (I’d run know if I was you mwahahaha).

So let’s get this Halloween Partay started shall we. Come and join in the fun if you like and wish every one a good time in the comments.

This is Hallowe’en

This is Hallowe’en my children of the Night

Ready for some fun or maybe a little fright

Come join the party why not bring a friend

After all it’s best to have company when you meet your end


Copyright © JRFC September 2019

Image from Pixabay

The Real Neat Blog Award

What about this then; the ‘Real Neat Blog Award’. That’s just so cool!
Massive thanks to Tatterhood’s Musings for this one. You’ve got to go visit, she has a great blog that I do love to read. Funny, interesting, sincere; brilliant.

It’s beginning to feel like my cub-scout days and collecting badges for doing stuff. I confess, I never had that many but it felt good when I did achieve one. And this feels brilliant!

So thank you again Tatterhood and as always thanks to everyone who visit’s the Mush. Love you all!

Right enough of the soppy stuff let’s get down to business; that’s right I’m going all the way this time.

The Rules

  1. Display the Award Logo – CHECK
  2. Thank the blogger who nominated you and post a link to their blog – CHECK
  3. Answer the questions of the one who nominated you – See Below CHECK
  4. Nominate 7-10 bloggers – See Below CHECK
  5. Ask them seven questions – See Below CHECK

Questions for Answering
This or That?

  1. Seagulls or Pigeons? – Seagulls; there vicious
  2. Cake or Biscuits? – Both; I love sugar
  3. Flip-Flops or Sandals? – Flip Flops; and definitely no socks
  4. Chop Sticks or Forks? – Forks; I know it’s terrible
  5. Roman Emperor or English King? – Welsh Druid; just can’t help myself
  6. Inktober or Blogtober? – Blogtober; and to all those artists out there more power to you!
  7. Random Crap or Sensible thought provoking Questions? – Random Crap; the randomer and crappier the better.

My Nominee’s
Don’t stress if you don’t want to join in, I completely understand but this is me wanting to recognise your work.

Flicker of Thoughts 
The Broken Inside of Me 
One Regular Dad 
Romantic Ninja 
Daily Doodles 
Brave and Reckless
A Faded Romantics Notebook 

My Questions
I’m gonna take a leaf out Tatter’s book and go with her format of ‘This or That’. I know I’m a cheeky chappie.

  1. Star Wars or Star Trek
  2. Savoury or Sweet
  3. Good Movie or Good Book
  4. Netflix or Amazon
  5. Pen and paper or gadget
  6. Moon Landing Real or Fake
  7. Bugs Bunny or Roger Rabbit

And that’s it I’m done. For those who decide to join in I hope you enjoy. For those who don’t, I hope your blog hits just keep going up and up.

Have a good one!


I just hoped I wouldn’t end up like the cat.

The guy at the door carried on with his conversation.

“Yes Sir, a message. From Violette”

“Violette? Who’s Violette”

“Violette is my Mistress, my Queen. Violette is the woman you seek”.

It was at this point that I no longer wanted to know how the cat died and made a grab for the door only for the man to step in front of it and me.

“You have taken her love away from me”, he scowled.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about” was my nervous reply.

“I served her…

Breaking News

We interrupt this post to bring you some breaking news:

Violette is to be turned into a short story! 

That’s right folks, I’m taking Violette and adding her to the book, or to be more precise an anthology of poetry and short stories, that I’ve been writing.

When I started this blog my thoughts were, and I’m paraphrasing, “Why not, why not me. Everyone else is doing it why can’t I?”. You may also remember (snigger) at the beginning  of this year I was toying with the idea of a ‘collection’ of poem’s put together with the intention of preping a manuscript.

Well it’s developed into something much bigger.

Now I know that my blog is relatively new with far less followers compared to others out there. I also know that my mood swings fluctuate quicker than a heart rate monitor after a marathan but that’s not the point.

The point for me is, writing has been realised. I’ve confirmed to myself, with the help and support of so many people that I can do this and people do seem to like what I write. After all, this isn’t something I just decided I’d try and do.

I’ve been doing ‘this’ for years but it took alot of courage to take that first step. The fear of embarrassment and lack of confidence, the worry of failure and not considering any success. Now though, now I get it, I’m enjoying it and I’m apart of it; it being this great community of writers, poets; artists!

Again I may have said this before, I know I’m not educated in the literary arts or have qualifications in Shakespeare and Dickens but that’s okay. I not expecting to be the next Pulitzer Prize winner or Poet Laureate, I just want to write. Write stories that, all being well, will be published for those of you out there prepared to read them.

My hope is to have an already started draft finished by the end of the year and get it looked at by one of those great Indie Publishers out there. Oh this blog, by the way, continues as normal-ish (he says sweating and chewing on his fingers).

So please, wish Violette good luck and continue to watch this space! I feel great things are about to happen.

If you want to see how it all began feel free to do so here.

Thank you!


Images from Pixabay