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Friday, 21 December 2012

The Host of Christmas past...

With  summer now just a memory, here's a seasonal poem from our best-known Poet Laureate:

 'Advent 1955' by Sir John Betjeman

Last year I sent out twenty yards
Laid end to end, of Christmas cards
To people that I scarcely know -
They'd sent a card to me, and so
I had to send one back. Oh dear!
Is this a form of Christmas cheer?
Or is it, which is less surprising
My pride gone in for advertising?
The only cards that really count
Are that extremely small amount
From real friends who keep in touch
And are not rich but love us much
Some ways indeed are very odd
By which we hail the birth of God

Happy Christmas to you all...


1 comment:

Dizzy C said...

Lovely poem choice, Marilyn.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy 2013!