Christmas Cards

The Christmas cards in the shops
Have scenes of ice and snow
But, they all seem out of place
For it’s summer here, you know.

Show me cards with beach scenes
With sand (and barbecues)
Santa in T-shirt and shorts
Those are the cards I’ll choose!

A warm Christmas Eve this year. (93’F)

Getting Warmer

My poor hands are always cold
Forever turning white or blue
Alas, my woes do not end there
For my feet are icy, too.

Because I am so frosty
Nobody wants to touch
They say “Stay away from me!”
“Icicle hands!” and such…

But there is a silver lining
That makes it seem less dire
For I do enjoy warming up
In front of a toasty fire.

What Spring Brings

Spring flowers sure are beautiful
The colours and scents do please
I wish I could enjoy them more…
But all I do is sniff and sneeze!

I love to walk on sunny days
But with spring, I have issues
For I am left with itchy eyes
And my nose buried in tissues.

It’s a shame that such beauty
Brings with it such trials
Oh, to enjoy this season
Not with sniffles, but with smiles.

Feeling the Cold

I should be used to winter
But it’s becoming clear
That, somehow, I feel the cold
More each passing year.
I rug up like an Eskimo
Have the heaters set to high
My kids sweat and peel off clothes
“It’s far too hot!” they cry.
Well, it’s alright for my young
I know they’re all naysayers
Laughing, they say “Really Mum?
You’re wearing how many layers?”
These kids, they do not get it
They just can’t understand

So I say (like my dear granny)

“Come here and feel my hands”.
Cold hands mean a warm heart
So my heart must be ablaze!  🔥
The chill in these extremities
Never ceases to amaze.
Sadly, fingers white and icy  ❄️
Are an all too common blight
My poor husband jumps a mile
When I cuddle up at night.
And, speaking of bedtime,
Oh – how unsexy I do get!
Thick blankets, woolly socks
And PJs of flannelette.
I hanker for the winter’s end
For I do like spring a lot
I like the sunshine and the warmth
I just hope it’s not too hot…