The Jolly Robins
Softly the distant church bells begin to chime as the magic begins
It is Christmas Eve and the stars appear twinkling brightly above
Tucked up in their bed little ones wish for special things
Each kissed goodnight and their stockings hung with love
It is a special first Christmas for this cosy robin’s family nest
They gaze upwards at the moonlight shining down through their tree
Tweeting goodnight they snuggle together feeling thankful and blessed
Come Christmas morning Oh what a jolly family of robins we will be!
The Jumper
Golden sparkling light is bursting through the trees
Russet reds and fiery orange adorn the autumnal leaves
Copper conkers and bright berries gleam through the glade
There is a song on the wind as it carries the colours like a serenade
It is this magical time of year that Little Hare holds so dear
For Nana Hare always knits him a new jumper to play in each year
Leaping and chasing leaves as they fly this way and that
But because of his long velvet ears he doesn’t need a hat
Twas the Night Before Christmouse
Glistening snow gathers at the cottage windows as stars appear
The faithful old grandfather clock ticks as midnight draws near
Inside the crackling log fire casts a wonderous warm glow
Presents wait patiently under the tree and candles burn low
Through a crack in the skirting board soft voices can be heard
For it is tradition on Christmas Eve to listen while nothing else stirs
A family of mice are gathered around to hear a very special tale
Sleepily awaiting Christmas their fluffy stockings hung from a nail
As the clock softly chimes midnight the magical day begins
Curled up keeping warm the little mice wish for special things
Mum and Dad just feel blessed as long as they are not apart
Beaming at the little ones with all the love in their tiny hearts
Winter Wishes
One crisp winter morning the farmers’ wife is crossing the cobbled yard
Her flock of Valais Blacknose run to greet her with such happy regard
An intelligent breed with beautiful fluffy wool and a cute little black nose
She signals to them to line up and they happily form neat little rows
“Now”, she beams “I’ve knitted you all a little hat each to keep you cosy”
Calling each in turn, she now found a yellow one, “here you are Rosy”
With only two left she pulled out a green and a red hat, “come here you two”
Fudge rudely pushed past his brother and got their first in the queue
Claiming his jolly red hat Fudge beamed at Biscuit who didn’t feel that was fair
“There you are Biscuit, you get the green one”, but his nostrils angrily flared
He ran off into the early morning mist, upset he was always the last
He ran a long time until the wind whipped around him and a heavy fog fell fast
The storm grew so strong it blew his hat off and he struggled to see the farm
The farmer’s wife called to all the sheep together and sounded the alarm
“Go find Biscuit” she cried, and off they all ran as she shook her hands in despair
They searched all around and the farmer flashed his torch but he wasn’t there
Fudge ran hard on his strong little legs, feeling guilty at being so mean
Biscuit was all alone in the cold, but wait, was a that a red flash he had seen?
Suddenly they were together, the red hat a beacon in the blizzard of white
Nuzzling each other Biscuit said he was sorry for giving them all such a fright
“it’s a good thing you had the red hat” Biscuit admitted “or I wouldn’t have seen you”
“Let’s go home, little brother,” said Fudge, “you need to warm up so you do”
That night Biscuit knew that the love of his family was worth more than any riches
All huddled in their beds, with coloured hats, blowing bedtime kisses and winter wishes
Wish Keeper
Stars begin to twinkle as dusk sinks without a sound
A hush falls as night appears and snowflakes fall around
Frost sparkles on hedgerows and glitters forest tree tops
Thick blankets of snow laying over roof and chimney pots
A thump of pure white wings beat steadily into the night
For this is the hour the majestic barn owl takes his flight
He is a sacred spirit of times long past, with a soul full of love
With dark eyes full of knowledge, care and patience he circles above
Sweeping low he glides gracefully past your home
Gathering up your dreams and wishes as he goes
Have you ever wondered where exactly it is that they go?
The magical owl smiles softly to himself, for only he truly knows.
Yule Always Be My Friend
Cranberry and Sprout looked up as the back door slammed with her mood
Sofie came over to her bunnies’ hutch and started to sniffle and sob
“Christmas just won’t be the same”, she grumbled as she gave them both some tasty food
“Mum did the big food shop and forgot my favourite Chocolate Yule Log”!
Sofie looked so fed up the bunnies looked at each other in despair
“Are you up for an adventure? We can’t have her upset” declared Sprout
“Absolutely, lets sort this out” chuckled Cranberry, “I feel mischief in the air!”
Nudging the wire front off their cage they both set off towards the house
Inside it was in chaos, wrapping paper and presents all over the floor
The television was blaring and the scent of roast chicken filled the air
“This way to the office” whispered Sprout, running along the carpet to a brown door
“There’s the magic board” Cried Sprout,” now we just have to find a way up there”
They scrambled up the back of the swinging chair and onto the table
Cranberry jumped on the clickety keypad and the screen lit up with a start
“Get on the little mouse Sprout and stop chewing that cable!”
“I’ve seen them do this before, you just have to put things into your cart”
As Sprout clicked with his feet and Cranberry bounced around the keys
Navigating Tesco online was a bit easier than they initially thought
In no time at all their shopping was ordered leaving them both feeling pleased
Sprout was smiling to himself at the extra item he had secretly bought
On Christmas morning Sofie brought them delicious fresh strawberries smiling with glee
We just had a delivery of these and a Chocolate Yule Log so I got to have it in the end
Sprout winked at Cranberry, “I thought I’d add a little extra just for you and me”
“Good thinking Sprout”, laughed Cranberry, “that’s why Yule always be my friend”
