Well, okay, maybe not yet. But it will be soon… and I can’t wait, whatever
old grumpy she might say! But at least I can start counting down… and have some friends over for my Advent Calendar!
There is such a lot to look forward to, this time of year. Not just Santa and trees and turkey (though I should prob’ly not remind her about that after disposing of hers the other year…), but it might even snow!
I like snow. I remember the very first time she opened the door for me at night…and the world had changed. Instead of being all dark and shadowy, it was all cold and white…it was quite scary! And, even worse, I couldn’t find my ball anywhere! I had to go sniffing for it, and while I looked for it frantically, all she could do was laugh at me!
Since then, though, I have got to know snow. There has been the odd mishap…like when I didn’t listen about the ice on the pond. Well, I didn’t know! And I was excited… and she was coming in to get me when I waded out…
But, I love the stuff… and she understands. She lets me out to play with the first snowflake, and as soon as it settles enough, she puts on her boots and we both go out to play and share the fun.
And sharing is the best bit about Christmas. Cheese, turkey, ham, pork pies… cuddles, magic and having special people around… I like Christmas for that.
But, as my Big Hairy Friend points out, not everyone gets to share things at Christmas and it can be even lonelier than usual for those who are on their own when everyone around them is sharing smiles. A bit like a small dog with her nose pressed to the glass in the oven door, watching the turkey she is not allowed to eat… But, maybe we can help…?
The following poem was influenced by a recent news report about school children who were sending Christmas cards to the elderly and other lonely people, I think the theme was – Send an Extra Card.
Send an Extra Card this Christmas
When all about are full of doubt
in these troubled times of ours.
Spare a thought for what was wrought
Before the Earth had flowers.
No Christmas cheer, not even beer
was anywhere to be found.
The world was hot, and believe it or not,
it wasn’t even round.
Years in millions, nay, even billions,
have passed since that forming time.
Yet somehow life grew from that strife
And pushed up through the slime.
So why complain, and talk of pain,
because you’ve spent some money.
Enjoy the food, and try to be good,
it’ll surely please your honey.
One more thing I ask, it’s only a small task.
Please spare a thought for others.
The young, the old, the meek, the bold.
No Fathers or Mothers, no sisters or brothers.
No family, no friends, no pet, and yet
they too deserve some joy.
So send them a card, it won’t be hard
Tis a small thing, but, Oh Boy.
The difference it might make, so for their sake
Select a nice card full of good cheer
Go to your den, pick up your pen,
write, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
I could suggest more, but don’t want to bore,
(an invite would not go amiss)
To join you for dinner, would be a winner.
and give them a day of bliss.
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Chris Graham, also and perhaps better known as The Story Reading Ape, is an avid reader and the most supportive Ape known to Indie, Dog or other literary bipedal and quadrupedal lifeforms.
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Chris seldom promotes his own work, but he has published a book of poems, My Vibrating Vertebrae, which is the legacy of his mother, Agnes Mae Graham.
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Edited by Jo Robinson
We all have dreams, loves and hopes; but what if you are a girl growing up in 20th century Northern Ireland before, during and after the ‘Troubles’? From the poetic thoughts of our Mother, we get a sense of what it was like, ranging from humour, sadness, wistful thinking and sometimes just downright nonsensical, these are the words of one such girl.
An Invitation from the Small Dog
If you would like to help Ani make her advent calendar this year, send your letters to Santa, festive memories, short stories, flash fiction or poems to the Small Dog. She will post them every day through December until Christmas…and there are still spaces left!
She would especially like to hear from her four-legged or feathered friends (she has a special place very close to her heart for turkeys)… but she says that two-legs are better than none, so she will accept submissions from humans too.
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