Christmas Rap

James likes this poem because ' It's very Christmasy and very Jolly" (myself I wondered if James actually read it ! more a reflection on the out of control consumerism of Christmas, but quite funny!)

Christmas commin'
     busters strummin'
     cash points hummin'
     high streets scrummin'
were all succumbin' once again.

Christmas stockin'
     folks all flockin'
     debit cards dockin'
     loot unlockin'
like a bomb tick-rockin' in the drivin' rain.

We're Christmas rappin', yes we are.
     Were Christmas rappin', indeed we are.

Christmas buyin'
     very very tryin'
     lost kids cryin'
     debts multiplyin'
hotter than July in the department store

Christmas shoppin'
     purses're poppin'
     rogues're robbin'
     ain't no stoppin'
very ones floppin' can't take no more.


We're Christmas rappin', yes we are.
     Were Christmas rappin', indeed we are

Christmas spendin'
     never ever endin'
     credit extendin'
     sharks out lendin'
til's all tendin' to overflow with cash.

Christmas wrappin'
     fivers flappin'
     plastic snappin'
     your wallet's got a gap in
the shops are all kidnappin' all of your stash.


We're Christmas rappin', yes we are.
     Were Christmas rappin', indeed we are

Christmas queuin'
     cash machines chewin'
     big debts brewin'
     on the road to ruin
it's all just doin' mi 'ead in fast

Christmas begginin'
     Santa's grinnin'
     senses swimin'
     wallets all slimmin'
and Slade blinkin' singin' --- IT'S CHRISTMAS!!


We're Christmas rappin', yes we are.
     Were Christmas rappin', indeed we are

David Horner


 

Christmas Children

Joe recommended this because "It reminds me of the truth of Christmas"

Little children running

Each in a paradise

Within, as Eden was,

Where invisible shine

London's many-coloured fairy-lights

Of Christmas-trees from far

Forests of night

Sheltering home, father,mother

Puss,the koala-bears,

Tangerines, sugar-mice, a star.

Here and now boundless

Their merriment.

The dark hells walk past them unseen.

Kathleen Raine

Santa Claus

Arvinder says " It shows how children love Christmas"

I won't go to sleep

     Fur coat, fur hat, and fur lined gloves,
     And now he pulls his snowboots on.
     His sledge is piled with sacks and sacks:

     I'll wish again before it's gone.

I won't go to sleep

     He walks the paddock deep in snow,
     He harnesses his reindeer team.
     The reindeer snort and shake their heads;
     Their bells and harness-buckles gleam.

I WON'T go to sleep

     Their comet rises through the air;
     Fast falling snowflakes pass them by,
     With silent hooves and shaken bells.
     They stream across the starlit sky.

I.....won't.....go.....to........


Clive Sansom

The Oxen

Jodie chose this one saying " It reminds me about Jesus and the Three Kings who gave presents"

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.

'Now they are all on their knees,'

An elder said as we sat in flock

By the embers in the hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where

They dwell in their strawy pen,

Nor did it occur to one of us there

To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancey few would weave

In these years ! Yet, I feel,

If someone said on Christmas Eve,

'Come; see the oxen kneel

'In the lonely barton by yonder coomb

Our childhood used to know,'

I should go with him in the gloom,

Hoping it might be so.

Thomas Hardy

Up in the Morning Early

Alice says " I chose this poem because it reminds me of Christmas and it's written by a Scots man"
NB: All tutors should try to read this in a Scottish accent!

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast-
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Up in the morning's no for me,

Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn -
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Up in the morning's no for me,
Up un the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

Robert Burns

Reindeer Report

Thomas Says " I have chosen this poem because it's quite short but tells you a lot"

Chimneys: colder
Flightpaths: busier
Driver: Christmas (F)
Still baffled by postcodes.

Children: more
and stay up later.
Presents: heavier
Pay: frozen.

Mission in spite
Of all this
Accomplished.

U.A. Fanthorpe

The Night is Darkening Round Me

Chosen by Julia who said

"I chose this poem because it tells you what it feels like in December when it's cold, just before Christmas"

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me,

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow;

The storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

Emily Bronte