You’d Better Watch Out

12 Sleeps till Christmas

You’d better watch out, you’d better not pout
He knows where to look, he’ll come seek you out
Just like his brother he too has checked twice
So, he knows whose naughty, ignores whose nice
You’d better watch out

He does the dirty work, there is no doubt
While the jolly fat man goes gadabout
Stalking boys and girls with feelings like ice
You’d better watch out

Basket carried over red coat worn-out
A grubby white beard from his chin does sprout
Big brown horns come from his head full of lice
And a tongue as long as his tail, not nice
Beware the Krampus after lights go out
You’ve been warned


Copyright © JRFC November 2019
Image from Pinterest

Never Lose Hope

14 Sleeps till Christmas

First published on Free Verse Revolution, December 2018.

Never Lose Hope

There’s no better time than now

When the world is so fraught

With hurt, pain and sadness

T’is the season to be jolly

Open your hearts, your souls

To the wonder that Christmas brings


“Peace on earth and good will to all”

Doesn’t that sound so much more than

“Get out of my face you bum and get a job”

Better than

“You’re just weighing me down I don’t need you”

Love thy Neighbour


There’s no cliché in Christmas

So don’t look for it

Celebrate the hope and the joy it brings

For it can endure

Be the hand that reaches out

As the light of a single candle reaches through the dark


Be joy; be love, be hope!

Not just Christmas Day but everyday

Let the Yuletide Spirit fill you

And flow through your finger tips

Like sun’s rays through a cloudy day

Passing on the smile it brings


For a smile can be contagious

It brings happiness and laughter

All the year round

Life can be a beautiful ride

Lead by example

Never lose hope


Copyright © JRFC From December 2018
Image from Pixabay

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

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.


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.