Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Hello Friends,

Thank you so much for all the lovely letters e.mails and phone calls regarding the death of my poor wee Dee.  I have to admit that the last couple of weeks have not been easy but life goes on and with Christmas fast approaching I have just got to let go and get over his death....Indeed today I was perhaps able to help by writing a few words to a near neighbour who has just had to have her little dog put to sleep.

On Friday 9th Dec. We had a Christmas Celebration Evening at church.This took the form of singing carols, which were intercepted by readings, poem etc.  Pam my friend and I were both involved I did a reading of a poem about Christmas Eve and the reindeer's...It was well attended and we had a closing collection and managed to raise over £250 for the homeless charity in Bath.  That set me to thinking about poems and ones that we liked best etc... for me the John Betjmen poem "Christmas" has always been a fav. a friend of mine actually added an extra verse...we hope Mr Benjemen would not object.    As this will be my last blog before Christmas I think I will leave you with the poem including Bronwyn's last verse...
May you all have a very Blessed Christmas, and may each day bring Joy your way in the year to follow..

Christmas by John Betjeman

The bells of waiting Advent ring,

The Tortoise stove is lit again

And lamp-oil light across the night

Has caught the streaks of winter rain

In many a stained-glass window sheen

From Crimson Lake to Hookers Green.

The holly in the windy hedge

And round the Manor House the yew

Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,

The altar, font and arch and pew,

So that the villagers can say

'The church looks nice' on Christmas Day.

Provincial Public Houses blaze,

Corporation tramcars clang,

On lighted tenements I gaze,

Where paper decorations hang,

And bunting in the red Town Hall

Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'.

And London shops on Christmas Eve

Are strung with silver bells and flowers

As hurrying clerks the City leave

To pigeon-haunted classic towers,

And marbled clouds go scudding by

The many-steepled London sky.

And girls in slacks remember Dad,

And oafish louts remember Mum,

And sleepless children's hearts are glad.

And Christmas-morning bells say 'Come!'

Even to shining ones who dwell

Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.

And is it true,

This most tremendous tale of all,

Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,

A Baby in an ox's stall ?

The Maker of the stars and sea

Become a Child on earth for me ?

And is it true ? For if it is,

No loving fingers tying strings

Around those tissued fripperies,

The sweet and silly Christmas things,

Bath salts and inexpensive scent

And hideous tie so kindly meant,

No love that in a family dwells,

No carolling in frosty air,

Nor all the steeple-shaking bells

Can with this single Truth compare -

That God was man in Palestine

And lives today in Bread and Wine.

But is it all? No, there is more

In compassion and love for us, God came himself

To earth; forsaking heaven’s glory

For suffering, injustice and death itself.

That same God still reigns supreme

And lives today in you and me.



  1. Happy Christmas Sybs, I'll be thinking of you and Mary, and hope you have a peaceful and lovely time!

  2. A sorrow shared is always lessened. I've found that to be so true too. I did enjoy the poem. I'm sending best wishes to you too for a very Merry Christmas and a Joyous New Year!

  3. I've been away from the blogs for several weeks and am so very sorry to hear of the loss of your dear pet.

    Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

  4. Dear Sybil
    You have been on my mind constantly these past few weeks. I have prayed for you to find some peace and to enjoy the season.
    This is so beautiful and glad you shared it with us.
    I am sending you much love and all the best wished for a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year.
    Be gentle to yourself and know this ole Texas Yellowhair grandma loves you

  5. You know what they say Sybil a burden shared is only half the weight. I loved this beautiful poem. We have a love of poetry in common. I do wish you the very best Christmas possible filled with lots of blessings. May you be filled with memories of happy times and may those special feelings lift you up and give you peace. I send much love and hugs to you today and always. xxoo

  6. wishing you all the best Sybil.thankyou,and take care,love mort xxxx

  7. Dear Sybil, I hope that you will find peace and joy this Christmas. I know it is not easy with your wee Dee and dear family gone this year. However, may your heart be filled joy as we celebrate the birth of our Lord... and because of Him we shall all overcome death. Thank you for sharing this poem. I wish I could have been at church to hear your part of the program. I am sure it was special. I've posted a Christmas poem I wrote on my blog. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas dear. I hope you got my card and pictures. Hugs, Lura

  8. what a lovely poem. i have never heard it before. guess 'cause i am from america. thank you for sharing such loveliness with us. hoping your holiday will be bright and merry. hugs. regina.

  9. Hope you are having a lovely Christmas holiday. I go back to work tomorrow but only for three (long) days. Soon we'll be celebrating the new year though. Do you have any goals?

  10. Hi dear Sybil
    Just sitting here tonight wondering how your doing. Wish we could ring in the New Year together. Knowing me I will be in bed reading. lol
    Wanted to come by say hello and check on you and to wish you a very Happy New Year.
    I pray we both have happier times in this new year
    You my friend have been a blessing getting to know and I am looking forward to knowing you even better this coming year.
    Love ya