Christmas at my place:

Apricots warm off the tree

Northland madness for them and me

Fruit mince mixed and macerating

Christmas time anticipating

Gingerbread houses loaded with lollies

Shopping at Vinnies, other follies

Presents hidden, all out of sight

Waiting there til Christmas night

Carols singing, stories told

Santa, Jesus, new and old

Nativity, sparkly lights

The tree is up, Christmas sights

Families, presents, times tricky and good

Please give me some Christmas pud

I don’t get the Jesus thing

Angels, a star, real Christmas bling

Jesus came and walked the earth

Born to give us second birth

Hope with arms and feet and hands

With outcast, poor, and hurt he stands

Hark the Herald Angels sing
Glory to the newborn King.

Untidyness: Life is really not a nursery rhyme

Well my friends, life is an untidy things sometimes, isn't it? We think we are going in one direction and end up in another. And in all that untidyness lies the essence, the colour, the life, of life. Who can make sense of that?
Here's another post from Beth that totally resonated for me!
http://multivocality.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/when-life-is-not-a-nursery-rhyme-3/

Bursting to say

Great post from my friend Beth.
http://multivocality.wordpress.com/2012/06/22/bursting-to-say-a-child-discovers-the-voice-of-prayer/