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Once again it is almost Christmas
The trees are being cut down
Ready for the event we all hold
So dear to us, presents are being
Displayed around the tree and
Finally the lights are being carefully
arranged so they don't tangle
and become a hazard.

Santa is getting ready
For another big year of deliveries
The children are waiting in anticipation
Hoping their hero will not disappoint
Them by leaving a piece of coal instead
Of a lovely gift they have always wanted

The reindeers are poised to depart
The North Pole as Santa says "Ho Ho Ho," let's go
The sky is clear as Santa hovers the roofs
Delivering to many children, some he could
Not do as they had no chimneys to climb down.

Santa left a pick up card from the Post Office
For the unlucky ones, when all was said and done
Santa gave a huge, "Ho Ho Ho" and disappeared
Into the night, in all Christmas is a success until next time.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 15th December 2018

One day sooner than later I hope
A return journey I must learn to cope
Put aside the unpleasant history
And regale within my own story
Learn about the blood within
Of unborn relationships of no sin
A stranger no doubt is what they see
But in my heart is their identity
Can never remove that part of me
It's buried deep no one can see
Only then will I ever understand
The essence of me and my hand
Why the beauty of nature compels me so
To paint a picture of words you know
Admire the mountains with a unique intense
Imagine the freshness it just makes sense
Seek out all I need to learn
My birthplace my identity my yearn.......

I know you love me.
Oh no. You didn’t.
You only love him.
All for him.
All about him.
I know you love me.
But you’ve never lent your arms to me.
Heaven knows when I cried.
Hell knows when I put myself into the darkest night by myself.
I know you love me.
For sure, I mean nothing to you.
I know where I belong.
I know where I come from.
But I’d never belong to you.
I know you love me.
You did care but it wasn’t you.
It wasn’t for me.
Or am I just a mistake to you?
To be your daughter ?
Am I just that bad?
I’ve never gotten a forehead kiss from you.
Not even just a hug.
I know you love me.
But truth showed me everything.
That you left me no choice to hate you.
I’ve been trying to understand.
But it keeps repeating again and again.
God knows I've tried.

Don’t drop me in it if you see my wife,
don’t tell her where you saw me yesterday.
I know you wouldn’t want to cause me strife,
and if you told her, there’d be hell to pay,

I wasn’t doing anything improper,
but even so, she wouldn’t understand.
Once she starts there is no way to stop her.
When she loses it things soon get out of hand.

I am aware of how it looked and what you’re thinking,
but what you thought it was, well it was not
No doubt you just assumed that I’d been drinking
when you thought you saw me doing you know what.

I’m glad we’ve had this chance to sort this out,
and that my side of the story has been put.
So now you know there’s nothing to make a fuss about,
I’m relying on you to keep your big mouth shut.

So thanks a lot for this, you won’t regret it.
Oh, and that twenty quid you owe me, let’s just forget it.

*W*hen children are born it's a wonderous thing.
*H*earing it's cry opens mothering love.
*E*very new heartbeat reminds us of spring.
*N*ew life, new hope from creator above.

*A*nyone being there, around this place

*C*herishes memories, stores more to last.
*H*oarding the smile of an innocent face,
*I*nter-relating with memories past.
*L*earning to know a wind-grin from a smile
*D*eepens the contact and makes us feel great.

*I*n these deep moments we all have a while
*S*miling and cooing to try and translate.

*B*ut all the laughter and joy that we know
*O*pens in us 'cause a child made it so.
*R*ight at the start when it made our heart sing,
*N*obody questioned this feeling of love

*I*f we looked closer it would make our heads ring
*T*o know what a treasure we've got from above.

*I*n wiser moments, that sweet little face
*S*orts our soul-searching, erases our past.

*A*ll of our failings will go to a place,

*M*ended by one little smile that is vast.
*I*n one split second they cure us of bile,
*R*ages are buried and anger can wait.
*A*fter a while we just echo that smile,
*C*ured and forgetting all thought that was hate.
*L*et us give thanks for this wonder, and know
*E*very miracle child helps us grow.

I see you every day
it's not important you see me
I'm the man who moors his boat
near your house beside the quay

your son is older than me
learning issues t'would appear
he follows you like gravity
like a worry follows fear

you never appear angry
in the face of nature's mirth
every day he walks beside you
every day a brand new shirt

you always seem to have a smile
as you fumble for your key
I'm humbled by your kindness
you must be north of sixty-three

I think about your life
as the water soaks the sands
you hold your son so tightly
an umbilical cord of hands

"who looks after you" I think
but there's steel around your home
a dignity past this modern place
a swan a'swim in chrome

Anger

I look at you and cannot see
the light that used to shine from me
when I beheld the beauty of your grace.

The love that oozed from every pore
I laid so sweetly at your door
is gone when I behold your precious face.

I ache from every wretched bone
internalising when alone
my anger at your going from this place.

When severing all ties, you swore
my grandchildren I'll see no more,
now ire-filled I am lonely in disgrace.

I remember going down the creek
I was in the back and Dad was in the front of the 12 ft boat
He would set the traps for the muscrats and I would write down the location
R for right side of creek, L for left side of creek
Sometimes I would write something else to identify the special location
75 traps took about eight hours
The next day we would get the muscrats and occasional mink or raccoons
Some would have to be killed with a wooden club
Most were drowned by the trap pulling the animal down and drowning it
Then it was up to 34 muscrats to dry off which I did and Dad would skin
Then we took them to sell in a big white truck and Dad would give me 200 dollars
I used this fur money to buy Christmas presents
This lasted from 1982 to 1986
Each year was about the same amount