12 Months, 24 Hours.

January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December 1st...
Let the race begin.
First to the turkey, the wrapping paper.
The children impatient, writing lists of..
"Dear Santa Clause"
First to the favourite toys.
Making a list and checking it twice,
"Honey did you write to the such and suches?"
"Oh no i'll add them to the list"
December 20th.
Finish line is in sight.
A month to prepare.
The advent chocolate nearly finished.
Presents wrapped, hidden under beds.
Excitment rises.
December 25th, midnight.
December 25th, 7 am. Children awake- excited.
December 25th, 10 am. Presents opened.
December 25th, 4pm. Tidying up lunch.
December 25th, 11.59pm. Just one minute to go.
Deember 26th.
And Christmas is done.

Snow Day

Rainy days turns snowy night
at the sudden drop of temperature.
Wake up and open the curtains
to a white washed world.
Children sledging,
students snowball fighting,
and snowmen grow up from the ground.

Soaked through and shivering
by the end of the day.
Laughing all the way.
Head indoors and change into pyjamas,
with slippers and a jumper for good measure.
Then settle infront of the TV
with a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

Repeat as often as necessary.

Coffee Shop, Rainy Day

Outside, clouds.
Grey and heavy with the probable downpour.
Already spots of water appear on the glass.


Inside, chatter.
The carefree chit chat of the coffee drinkers,
ignoring the rain outside.

In the corner chair, a man.
A big mug of coffee and a newspaper in hand.

On the sofa, a couple.

All around the sounds of laughter and smells of coffee cups.

Outside, a cloud of umbrella's

Empty Park

Sitting on one of the wooden benches scattered about the park i walk through every day.
Nothing is different today.
It is 4.30 and there is yet to be a person in sight.
But this is nothing new. Often the park is quiet and empty. And dark.

Green grass stretches across hills.
Seperated into chunks by thin slivers of pathways.
Trees line the paths.
The wind whistles through the trees echoing the silence.
Grass blows softly.

It is a peaceful experience to sit.
Watching.
And listening.
In the quiet park after the school bells ring.

Then into the silence rings the sound of laughter.
A dog barks and tugs on its lead.
Trying to reach the man who is jogging down the hill.
The park comes alive.
No longer a quiet expanse, but teeming with life.

The time for watching is over,
In the no longer Empty Park

Garden Antics

Sunshine, Fairytales and Magic

You know how when you're a child you automatically believe in things like magic and fairies and the ever elusive unicorn who, no matter how hard you try, can never be found?

You think they're hiding at the bottom of the garden waiting and watching. Flying and flirting. Playing in mounds of dirt that your own mother won't let you play in because you have to wear your good trousers to Sunday lunch.

And then disaster strikes. A most tragic event.

We grow up.

Then following this immediately comes

FORGETTING

Suddenly we are all too "grown up" to believe in magic and miracles. It becomes a taboo subject just to suggest that you believe, even for the tiniest of seconds, that a colony of faries live in the shrubbery.

But why?

There is no reason to forget the tales we grow up hearing. The things we wish with all our might would be real. Sometimes these are the things that keep us going. Somehow we can survive our "grown up" life a lot more easily, if we let our imaginations run WILD for a change.

Try it. I dare you.

Christmas Lights.

Q. What makes the christmas lights go on?
A. Magic!