To all the darling poets at Authorsden,

I would like to leave you this poem (a repost)

 as my last poem for this year on Authorsden.

I have to  give up my computer until next year

(no later than Febuary I hope) as over next few

 months the house I live in is going to be lifted

to put granny flat underneath for my mum,

 until that's finished I will be living elsewhere,

therefore the computer will be off,packed away

and brought out when renovations are finished.

I love you all and I will miss you very much.

To my athiest friends,Season's greetings!

To my Jewish friends,Happy   Hanukkah,

To my Christian friends,Merry Christmas

 and to you all...have a Happy New Year!

Here is my last poem  until next year.

My poem: esus.
 

Happy birthday little lord, best wishes come from me, you say that God’s 'OUR father,' so that makes US ...'F A M I L Y,' I love that it's your birthday, in spite of ALL this FUSS, the merchants still exploit you , and the cost is WAY too much. I think you’d say ‘it’s awful,’ ( the greed, and rush, and such.) So many times your birth seems hid…, the meaning of it lost amid…, gluttons, banquets, noise and greed, absence of...YOUR fathers’ seed, of swaddling cloth, and of Marys need . Absence of Josephs fear ( far from home with birth so near .) Absence of a lonely night... an inn keepers heart doing right. Champagne and glitter swamp YOUR day to almost blot sweet babe away. Happy birthday little Lord, the star STILL shines on you , Just like that night YOUR day burns bright, we celebrate...it’s true , But somehow, I must wonder, what gift... YOU ...might request? I sort of feel you would appeal for the world to give...‘ITS BEST.’ I believe you’d say ‘spend your cash… not upon YOUR own, but spend it on the poor and weak, and those without a home. I sort of feel that you’d appeal (instead of gifts now here,) that we might feed the starving poor... help LOVE and PEACE appear. Happy birthday little Jesus, ( in YOUR swaddling cloth and straw,) may you have the gifts you TRULY crave, today…and ever more. **************** p.s.

Below is the face that haunts me,it is such  pictures

as this one (seen constantly on News) that inspires

 most of  my poetry,at the end of the year,amidst

 the celebrations,I have need to share this childs face

 with all but mostly I need to look upon it myself  and humbly realise what a lucky and blessed life I  have been given.