I love the nostalgia of Christmas, and particularly the memories of Christmas past, however rose-tinted they may be.
Last year I posted my thoughts on the increasing commercialisation of Christmas, and I still feel sad that a festive holiday has become associated with over-spending on electronic gadgets. (And that some people – not just children – are confused about the purpose of Advent as it has become so tangled up with chocolate calendars…)
But instead, I’d like to focus on my happy, nostalgic memories of Christmas:
Huge fairy-light lanterns in bright colours
The cat eating the tinsel
The smell of pine needles from the tree (especially in the early morning darkness)
The anticipation of waiting for ‘Father Christmas’ to visit on Christmas Eve
Hanging my stocking each year as a child
Making snowflakes from sheets of white paper
The magic of snow falling on Christmas Eve/Day
I always wrote a huge list asking for all sorts of wild and wonderful gifts, like any child, but it was never just about the presents.
For my penultimate poem of the year, I’ve chosen to revert back to the beautifully simple structure that recalls the heady Spring/Summer days earlier in the year of my 100 day project, with a *festive* haiku:
Red lips and mince pies
sing of icy winter skies:
Merry Christmas to one and all!