There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.
It’s become tradition,
To write a thank you to all my readers,
Without you I’d be writing for nothing.
Thank you for your Likes and Follows,
They are very appreciated,
And make this project worth while.
This year has been amazing,
More than 800 visitors, 1100 views, 170 likes,
All thanks to you.
So here’s to 2019,
A scary thought if you ask me,
For a 3 year project started in 2012.
What’s that coming over the hill?
Is it Easter? Could it be Easter?
When’s too early for shops to stock?
Eggs for Easter? For Easter.
Why have you read a poem in Decembre?
About Easter? Easter!
Why do we do this every year,
We over do it on christmas cheer,
And manage to cook more bird than we need,
So you end up with sandwiches, curries and all things turkey,
Somehow you find ways,
You’ve never done before,
To use the meat of the oversized bird,
Without letting any go to waste.
Turkey and Wine,
Parents mumbling Christmas rhymes.
There cake in the fridge,
Queen’s speech on the news,
Time to rejoice all the good we can do,
It’s a time for drinking,
A time for overeating,
A time for napping,
off all the food we have eaten.
Thank you all,
For another year,
Of reading my attempt,
To spread Christmas cheer,
The next week,
Will be new year,
So please keep reading,
The last countdown here.
All that’s left,
Is for me to say,
Merry Christmas to you,
Happy New Year on the way.
He’s climbing in your window,
Laying your presents out,
Bringing joy to your house,
And not waking your kids up,
He’s made his list,
And he has checked it twice,
He knows who is naughty,
And who has been nice,
Here comes Saint Nic,
All quiet and sweet,
While everyone sleeps.