CIRCULAR CHRISTMAS

I'm sure to be off somebody's Christmas list for this, but anybody who knows me will remember all those rhyming yuletide circulars I've bored friends with over the decades and hopefully forgive me and picture my tongue firmly in my cheek when I wrote this! #sorrynotsorry

Christmas Card for all my friends and followers - hope this makes you smile!

Well, I've finally posted, tweeted, emailed, facebooked, delivered and dispatched my 200-odd (some VERY odd!) Christmas cards for this year.


I don't want my visitors here on my "Pinny" blog to miss out.


"So," in the words of Noddy Holder, "here it is, Merry Christmas!"


May the blessings of love, hope and the gentle trustworthy innocence of the Christ Child warm your heart and make your Christmas complete as you move through this special season. 

Don't let's look at all that's wrong in this world without pledging to try and be part of the solution. For myself, I can only do that in the light of all that Jesus continues to do with me, and through his grace. I'm not very promising material. None of us is, I guess we can agree. That's why I believe he came here. Why he was called by the name "Immanuel", "God with us". Because he doesn't give up on me or turn away, fed up at my mistakes and rubbish moments. He never stops loving me, or believing the best in me.


I don't know if you believe this too. I respect you anyway. But like my Lord, all I wish is what's right for you in the coming days, whatever is truly the best for you and yours.


Love and blessings, guys!


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Advent 2008

From autumn damp to winter flake

From carnival boom to bust

The Advent dawn comes hammering home

One star the faint can trust

The soldier and and the struggler

Dream of base and bless

White knuckle rides that end in glides

Beyond the wilderness

Poinsettia plunged in darkness

To mimic tropic night

Offers brachts of satin blood

To liven solstice light

The scribbling hiss of tinsel

That frames the plasma screen

Shows cholera, fast and famine

Regret and might have been

Survivors of  invisible scars

That dogged the dying year

Are pressed to jest and jolly

To disguise the hack of fear

The road of best intentions

The streets that silent lie

The downturn and the difference

Wear denial's butterfly

But underneath the frozen

Lies the crocus trigger of hope

To light the cracks with tenderness

To christen and to cope

The grain of a tomorrow

When today is locked in grief

Will blossom in the brokenness

Love's fragile dauntless leaf