A sort of poem, Merry Christmas.

It’s almost Christmas & all through the house there’s cockroaches & spiders & mozzies to slap. The cicada’s are deafening as they scream out their crescending song & fly’s as big as horses to bite ya, well wherever they want (repellant is at a loss). As we saddle our horses before it gets too steamy or windy dry hot or wait for the cool of the evening to ride off as the sun sets behind our blue smoky mountains. There’s sunblock & hats & packed sandwiches too, melting ice cream to clean up or wash off as you do, the hot trot to your favourite sandy beach spot. The cool salty water rolls up to your toes & as it recedes sucks your feet as if to pull you below, or literally out of the blue a huge wave will cover you from head to toe, your drenched, salty & sandy all the way to your bones. Through blood sweat & tears we dodge holiday makers who meander around as if lost or sedated we bump into & as we focus we realize its a friend to catch up with & in a short time a shop aisle block is created

I love this time of year I really do that time of gift giving & spending too much but is it too much when it says to your closest that you my dear people are who I love mostest.

So a prayer of comfort & love go out to the homeless & war weary, I pray somewhere in this season you find something or someone cheery.

As the sun goes down on another Aussie sticky hot day that draws us ever closer to this years Christmas Day. May a Wallaby stop on its way bouncing by & give you Christmas smile as her Joeys exploring its new surroundings. May it rain on your houses filling your tanks & out on your land so the crops they will sprout. May your rivers run but not overflow just enough to bring life back to your soul. May the wrens & galahs bring you much entertainment & the koalas curled up in the swaying eucalypts trees give you a wave with their soft fluffy ears. A possum, goanna, Echidna or whatever you please, may all Aussieness help make your Christmas full of great cheer.

Their predicting rain those weather reporting Id rather rely on the Kookaburras & black cockatoos as they laugh or cooee our native rain reporting. Lets cross everything & down on our knees & pray to our heavenly Father oh please.

To all of my readers both near & far wherever you are this wonderful time of year may you have peace & joy & love both now & all through the coming new year.

Author: workinacresnothours

Land living for Living land. A woman armed with ancestral wisdom is an unstoppable force. Single Mum living the dream on 5 acres creating an oasis to share with friends and family. With very little money, no machinery it can be done, working in acres not hours. 10 years in the making; I have loved every minute through blood sweat and tears. There is much to celebrate on the way.

4 thoughts on “A sort of poem, Merry Christmas.”

  1. I’m late to the party, I didn’t have my notifications set right. I Love your sort of poem! ❤️ So creative!! I hope you had a WONDERFUL holiday and cheers to a great New Year! 🥂🍾 ‘clink” ~Diana ❤️

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