December 14th

I was there, it wasn’t a dream

I was where the brightest lights beam

It was beautifully draped in a Christmas theme

I want to be there again

The city called and I responded

The city and I instantly bonded

I said goodbye and unwillingly absconded

But a bit of my heart remains

Your glorious noise, your lovely drone

Around every corner, nothing unknown

Millions of people, but we were alone

Beautiful burning lights

Your skyline, with love, designed

Will be etched forever on my mind

And to your charms, I have resigned

Glorious glowing nights

New York, you strange and crazy you

Keep on doing what you do

A lasting impression on my debut

Love you to your core

I was there, it was a dream

I was where the subways steam

The greatest place I’ve ever been

Until I’m there once more

December 13th

Everyone’s nicer around Christmas time

Everyone breathes a little lighter

Everyone’s moods are more sublime

And Everyone’s future looks brighter

But come the end of January

Come the deep set of winter

We all start seeking sanctuary

Our dreams seem to buckle and splinter

So this year make sure you envelop

The warmth that daily surrounds

Be thankful and positively develop

Your nearest and dearest around

Christmas has all kind of delights

With presents all wrapped with bows

Remember the feeling of tree lights

And the comfort with every glow

Don’t forget that warm feeling

Don’t put it out with the tree

Fill up your heart to the ceiling

Be as great as you can be

You don’t even need Christmas presents

For this feeling to come your way

You just need to be honest and pleasant

And it’ll be Christmas everyday

December 12th

Seriously, I'm running out of ideas

My brains been looted by buccaneers

Words are falling out of my ears

My head is feeling sore

My minds gone on the rampage

And now refuses to engage

Lies at the bottom of the birdcage

I cannot take any more

No more words means no more writing

My neurons have been struck by lighting

Even my couplets have started fighting

I don't know what to do

It would be wrong for me to quit

My synonyms are wearing the wrong kit

My rhymes are losing their ready wit

is it time to bid adieu?

My verbs have taken to inbreeding

My sentences have started bleeding

With my mentality I'm constantly pleading

I'll make my funny bid

I promised you one-a-day

So for my art, I'll gladly pay

Never again lose my way

I can, I will, I did

December 11th

I'm not a great religion believer

I think it acts as a truth deceiver

But if people find comfort in faiths

I cannot knock where trust is placed

I've been to church for midnight mass

It isn't made up of greener grass

It wont release me of my sin

But humbly and quietly let's me in

Although I struggle with the subject

I enjoy the pace and time to reflect

They were once the communal groundings

Now they are just amazing surroundings

In my head nice words I'll be saying

I guess that’s just my way of praying

If just for a minute you think of other people

Then its worth its weight from pew to steeple

These beautiful buildings that give people peace

That allow us time to react and release

Are even more special at this time of year

To think of those who are no longer here

There's no other reason that I come

But midnight mass means a lot to my Mum

Personal beliefs, which I'm sure you can handle

So take time, drop in, and light a candle

December 10th

 

I hope this year, to you, has been kind

I hope this year, you've spoken your mind

I hope this year, you've been inspired slightly

I hope this year, you've acted politely

I hope this year, you've had a reprieve

I hope this year, you've begun to believe

I hope this year, you've taken control

I hope this year, you've satisfied your soul

I hope this year, has not been a waste

I hope this year has been in good taste

I hope this year, has been good value

I hope this year, you've been a better you

I hope this year, you've approached honestly

I hope this year, you've upheld equality

I hope this year, you've been true to your heart

I hope this year, has just been the start

December 9th

Sad news and sad talking

About my boots that were made for walking

They're only fit now for Stephen Hawking

There gone

My old brown boots, they served me well

They'd have a few good stories to tell

They made my feet ache and swell

For too long

They took me up hill and down dale

I bargainly bought them in a sale

Tried to fix them, but to no avail

over souled

For replacement boots I'll have to trawl

No greater boots can I recall

I shall never again walk as tall

Or bold

They were my favourite and most popular

I took them first to see a Cobbler

He said I'd have more luck with an Ostler

Chances were seemingly slim

My lovely old boots of brown leather

He couldn't fix them whatsoever

So we end our lives together

Boots are in the bin

December 8th

When the Christmas lights are iridescent

When all around are opening presents

There one man who's feeling unpleasant

That's John

During the time of the kids nativity’s

He doesn't join in with the festivities

he playfully adding up his negativity

That's John

We try to pass on the Advent message

Hand him a neatly wrapped package

He just has a turkey sandwich

That's John
With a glint in eye and secret smile

He says Christmas irritates and riles

And that Santa's not been in a while

That's John

I hope his Christmas is on the mend

I hope he sees family and friends

I hope he just likes to pretend

That's John

As you're in a Scrooge like way

We wish an unhappy Christmas day

And may Santa hit you with his sleigh

That's John

As an addition to this rhyme

John actually had a very nice time

He even gave me his glass of wine

That's John.