Christmas

Well now I couldn’t really avoid writing about some aspect of Christmas now could I?

The weather here in Ireland has had the look of christmas Cards about it. Or at least when one didn’t have to drive.

I have finally started decorating the house and tree. Much later than normal but who would know that except me.

The cards have been posted. Some handmade beautifully by a brilliant card maker Anne. Some produced by various charities. i am not too sure if people like to get a Christmas card in the post. I know I do so I have them sent.

A few last minute Christmas sewing to complete. I have a reading quilt which I started for Christmas 2019 and which I am determined to finish for Christmas 2022. Three years for a small quilt now is bit too much, even for me, the most proficient procrastinator going. You never know I might be able to post a photo of it before the end of the year as Christmas lasts right up to and including January 6th.

I will leave you with the following poem which I came across a few years ago.

Nollaig Shona.

Happy Christmas

I strung the lights on the Christmas tree

And gingerly plugged them in

Then I noticed a bulb was out

And that’s when by trouble began.

I found my box of spare bulbs

In my top workshop drawer

I quickly changed the bulb

And out went two more.

I got two more replacements

And quickly plugged them in

Then I gathered all the burnt-out bulbs

An threw them in the bin.

As I walked back to the tree

The whole string started to blink

But this wasn’t a blinky light set

My stomach started to sink.

Suddenly I heard a sizzle,

Then I heard a pop.

Then everything went silent

You could hear a pin drop.

The blasted string died

Not one bulb remained lit.

The Christmas tree will have to

Remain unlit

As this stringer has just quit.

Author unknown.