Woo hoo! Only three weeks until Boxing Day! I can’t wait to get me Easter eggs.
Meanwhile, something with a wee bit of the Gothic about it to add some dark spice as a partial antidote to the overdone saccharin of the TV schedules. Now, where have I put that bag of humbugs?
A festive trilogy in red and green and silver parts 1 to 3:
Part 1. The last elf.
The last elf sits hiding on the shelf,
Behind the last C5
He’s giggling with the furbys,
Smoking joints that’ve just been lit,
Freshly rolled on an album full of festive hits
In among the mars bars and the toy cars,
The brussel sprouts are munched,
He likes them with the chocolate,
Then he makes farty noises with smartie tubes,
And swaps coloured squares on Rubiks cubes,
As his heart beats faster with the laughter,
His eyes are briefly shut,
Then the shadow swiftly passes,
While his mind replays the bosses fatal shave,
Here in his toy cave safe among the architraves,
He breathes the heat as he smokes last summer’s treat,
And on reflection,
From the Christmas baubles,
A familiar hat and jumper now emerges,
And claret chokes with the smoke in red and green and silver festive surges.
(c) Jim Laing 2015.