Christmas is magical with families & friends coming together to enjoy quality time. None more so than children, who grow-up on the outside but still young on the inside. One joy is things made at nursery that still survive and are displayed every year.
WHEN A CHILD IS BORN there is joy & a lifetime of commitment with the umbrella of the family they are protected. Unfortunately not everywhere or everyone enjoys such comfort or protection. Spare a thought for the desperate people escaping violence, particularly during the cold winter period in Northern Europe.
Janet having given her thoughts on the withdrawal of the Nativity, our thoughts now turn to Mistletoe, which has long been associated with fertility by various cults/religions. In today’s political correct society, who is at the greater risk?
The kissed or the kisser?
We’re warned to behave at the works’ Christmas Bash, & so we should.
Move back some 60 years and the Flanders & Swann Revue, AT THE DROP OF A HAT & they were already commenting on what is unfolding today. One song in particular being a story of the powerful taking advantage, told with a wry smile. Simple stuff, but I wonder if The Lord Chamberlain was comfortable with it at the time?
Until the next morning, she woke up in bed
With a smile on her lips, an ache in her head
And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said:
“Have some Madeira, m’Dear!”
It’s good to have fun but don’t take advantage is the message.
What can you do when a visit to the composter is required?
You delegate to staff.
Just for the record; The Current Mrs Smith as staff is a pretty amazing, Chauffeur, Carer, Housekeeper, Banker, Cook, Mum, Nan & most important of all Wife. I’m not the only one that would be up the creek without her.
Christmas is a time of coming together and the catalyst is usually the Mum, so fellas it’s time to up-your-game and to give that little extra bit of help & support, it’s not difficult. Christmas doesn’t happen by itself.
The Odd Couple & it’s Thursday so we’re out & about & on the Marsh this week, with Eric being an Honorary Marsh-man I felt safe in his hands. We visited the Kent Wildlife Trusts Visitor Centre at New Romney, a pleasant place on a sunny December morning. Coffee and a nice chat with a local artist, Lesley Moss, watching birds on the feeders, what could be better? This duo is sometimes a trio, but what was the missing member doing that was more important than being out with the wrinklies?
Apparently some establishments are refusing to put on a Nativity Play just encase it offends somebody. At the time of the Nativity there were displaced & traumatised people, cruelly treated, which after 2,000+ years still continues. I was reminded by a dear friend earlier in the week, who posted her thoughts how important it is for tolerance & respect for one another.
Janet’s words: –
I’m not religious and don’t go to church and certainly not qualified to preach, but I just want to say that I am both sad and angry about the current attitude towards Christmas, in particular children not being able to take part in a Nativity play. If you look at the Christmas story as a parable (earthly story with a spiritual meaning) then the world has never needed the Nativity as much as it does now. A young unmarried woman about to give birth, rejected from a place to stay, gives birth in a stable. Joseph may not be the father but is committed & supports with love. An innocent child is born with all the potential to change the world. Visitors come from the fields and far away in humility bringing gifts. Regardless of whatever your beliefs maybe the Nativity story still has something to teach us. Blessings x
The Nativity scene at Canterbury Cathedral is one of thousands around the world, which we look at year on year perhaps through rose tinted glasses without thinking through their situation or that of today’s vulnerable people from all countries, faiths & no faiths. The Nativity in our local nursery school is alive and well with our youngest Grandchild excited at being a shepherd.Day 12
As the shopping intensifies on the run-in to Christmas and the High Street competes with the On-Line it maybe time to consider an alternative. Pam Thomas reminds me, that unlike most of us who enjoy trouble free lives there are many that find it an everyday challenge. Fortunately benefactors can be found, Pam’s preferred one in her area is, Camelia Botnar Homes & Gardens, West Sussex. This trust provides residential training & work experience for young people who are in a disadvantaged or problematic situation. Another like operation is at Barham in East Kent, The Fifth Trust, which has an outlet at the Vinyard Garden Centre in the Elham Valley. They offer help for people with learning difficulties. I’m sure there are like operations around the country so why not seek them out and make Christmas shopping a rewarding experience for all. Details of both operations mentioned above can be found on the links below. Photos are of the Camelia Botnar operation, provided by Pam Thomas.
https://www.cameliabotnar.com Post Code RH13 8DQ
http://www.fifthtrust.co.uk Post Code CT4 6LN
Now put their Post Codes into your GPS and go shopping for fun and reward.
Poor Santa was still in trouble as Rudolph had signed up all his fellow reindeer with the RMT Union & they all decided to withdraw their labour. Santa pleaded with them, saying, “nobody else is delivering to the children, even Amazon only have a skeleton staff on Christmas Day.” “You’re running a monopoly”, said the Union leader “and we don’t like monopoly’s”. “That’s not fair”, said Santa, “you’re a virtual monopoly”. “No we’re not, we are just strong & powerful & like causing disruption”. “But what about the children”, said Santa”? The Union leader being a negative person always looking backwards, used a phrase from his favourite author, Charles Dickens, “BAH HUMBUG.” This now called for special measures and Santa called the Rotary Club at Canterbury for help. Always being helpful chaps they provided motive power & with a “Ho-Ho-Ho” off they went, saving the day.Being an inquisitive chap Santa phoned the General Secretary of the RMT Union, Mr Cash. “What does RMT stand for”? “Rail, Maritime & Transport,” he replied. “Are you sure” said Santa, “it seems your more suited to”; “Rhoetosaurus, Marshosaurus, & Torosarus”. This left poor old Mr Cash scratching his head, thinking were they members? Most probably.
Santa having received a letter from Don Quixote requesting various books on chivalry to replace those destroyed by his friends the Priest & Barber, thought he had better get a move on. He knew Don Quixote’s friend Sanch Panza would know where to deliver them and sent him a WhatsApp to find out what he was up to. Windmill Tilting was the reply.
Being like Don Quixote an older gentleman Santa can equally get a little confused. “Windmills I know where they are”; “they’re on the Kentish Flats”. Rudolph wasn’t keen on the sea and had a word with his friends on Southern Rail, who told him to take a leaf out of their book and refuse to co-operate, which left Santa up the Margate Roads without a sleigh. Fortunately the Wind-Farm support guys were about & offered him a lift on the EMS Vulcan (MMSI 235077424) a speedy little craft. Santa was now really excited as he loved Star Trek & kept asking where Commander Spock was. The crew started to put two & two together and thought he might have been on something stronger than coffee. When they explained both the man from La Mancha and the Vulcan were fictitious he said “what can I do with all these presents”? “I know” said the Skipper “there are some good boys & girls in Whitstable who would love to see you”.
Word had spread and when the EMS Vulcan pulled into the Harbour the quay was full of Whitstable Folk who gave him a wonderful reception. Well done every one, & particularly Santa, hope he gets it right on the 24th.
Excitement is building in Littlebourne. The Christmas tree is up and decorated and there’s plenty of Cheeky Monkeys about and the occasional French Rabbit, Lapin who had a birthday yesterday, now a mature 8 year old. Lapin is a very special character having been with Julius through thick and thin so he always tries to make his day extra special, so called a truce with his little brother. This pleased Mum as all mums like siblings to enjoy each other’s company, unfortunately not always achieved. Oliver being a call dude saw the funny side and enjoyed a good old-fashioned belly laugh. Which is the cheekiest monkey? We will leave that for Santa to decide.
In the middle of the Christmas run-up other important milestones are being reached. In the words of Neil Armstrong; “one small step for man one giant leap for a Rainbow”🌈 Erin jumps over the Rainbow🌈 and into the Brownies. Congratulations Erin you are a superstar.
The first of the Christmas visitors arrived today. Harley the Koala from Belair, South Australia, he was so excited with another Aussie win at the cricket but being a perfect gentleman said he would not mention it again. However, he was also Cocker-a hoop over the same sex marriage legislation going through their Parliament. He said he was proud of Tim Wilson proposing to his long-term partner, Ryan Bolger from the floor of the House of Representatives, at this point he got a little emotional. He said it’s not always been easy being a Gay Australian but being a Gay Koala 🌈 could be very difficult with those Dingo’s and was relieved he could now come out. He then kept repeating Whitewash, which confused the current Mrs Smith as there wasn’t any decorating going on. He had better be careful as he could be on a sticky wicket.
The current Mrs Smith a staunch remainer was spitting needles (of the Christmas Tree type) when Teresa was scuppered by EU Tweets and the DUP. Being married to an ex-buyer she new that you didn’t show your hand in negotiations but it seems everyone wants part of the action and is ready to muddy the waters.
The EU seems to always have difficulty in making the right decision; perhaps if they had helped Call-Me-Dave they wouldn’t be in this European Pickle. Is Jean-Claude Juncker asleep on the Bridge? He certainly isn’t Father Christmas
Our Antipodean Correspondent, Ruthy (the Galvin Girl) reports from Adelaide.
Originally being a £10 Pom, it’s a difficult day with all things sporty, Rugby & Cricket in particular. Fortunately the local Male Metropolitan Choir held their annual concert in the Music Room of the Adelaide University last Saturday, which didn’t involve any Poms, therefore it could only be a success. The repertoire included traditional Christmas songs and carols with the concert opening and closing with Vivaldi’s Gloria. The choir is made up of older gentlemen the oldest being a young 94. Gloria indeed.
Christmas advice from Smith Towers
When you arrange a Pre-Christmas cook-in and cook a Turkey Dinner concurrently it may not be one of your better ideas. Smith Tower’s staff got underway after elevenses but it soon became apparent cooking by committee was fraught with problems. With a kitchen full of talented cooks, the smells and flavours were soon coming through but then the EGO’s surfaced; I haven’t got my own peeler said one, I must put my sausage rolls on The Fleecebook said another, so all my HK Family can see how talented I am. And so the day developed. Cups of tea eventually being replaced by G&T’s mellowed the atmosphere but contributed nothing to logistics. Fortunately the current Mrs Smith had been involved with timings for the meal, so everyone sat down to enjoy the meal on time. Unfortunately the committee of cooks forgot there were mince pies in the oven, which they were reminded of when a burning smell wafted in from the kitchen. Although looking lovely they had become mince biscuits and well and truly stuck to the muffin tin. Who was to blame? The committee!
Hilltop Christmas Fayre
Hilltop Chairman John, headed-up the event, which was a great success. Auntie Mazza, Madam Tombola had secured new help from the Twyman children. After a morning of hard work giving out prizes to the winners they were rewarded with a visit to Santa’s Grotto.
Christmas countdown commenced today at Smith Towers. The current Mrs Smith went shopping for the tree and got staff in to do the decorating. With a Christmas cook-in going on at the same time, you would be mistaken if you thought we were well organised. Today chaos is perhaps a better description.