NEWS – No Christmas Countdown This Year


Hi Lovely readers,

We are reaching the end of 2025 and with that we are in the throws of the countdown to Christmas. This page has grown quiet this year, and for that I hope you can forgive me. Our family was forever changed during the Christmas period last year due to an overly aggressive form of pancreatic cancer. While I have tried to bring myself to write a Christmas Countdown 2025 I have been unable to. If you love Christmas poetry, you can check out the previous Christmas Countdowns under the categories section, or click here https://peskypoetry.co.uk/category/poetry/christmas-new-year-advent-countdowns/.

This page does not have advertising so we don’t make any ad revenue off of reads, but if you want to support us, you can grab a copy of Have Yourself A Pesky Little Christmas: A Decade of Christmas and New Year Poetry https://shop.ingramspark.com/b/084?params=nJJ5uT5IJCGF0yixA77RIDSK1CzRLDWOzXaG87wsgaH

You can also check out the other books published by the publishing company this love of poetry spurred off. https://PeskyPublishing.co.uk

Thank you again for remaining a reader of Pesky Poetry, may your Christmas dreams come true, and may your 2026 be a fruitful one. And please come back next year for more poetry.

Love, The Pesky Poet


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