Dear Father Christmas

For my friend and longtime mentor Ewain Roberts. bendithia chi.

 

Sorry this is just a tad late, 

and I know you'll be busy 

with lots on your plate;

that my heartfelt request is a

mighty big ask, but I trust that

you're willing and up to the task.

One.

Write me an programme,

complex as you can,

that confuses all things

that are built to go bang.

Let me weave it within

the machines that make war;

Along wires and conduits

through every the back door,

where it waits patiently

with one eye on the clock,

ever tasked to allow

just the tick, not the tock.

Two.

Make me a potion

to blend with the air,

that will know when a man

doth quite solemnly swear,

'tis the truth that he speaks

not some self serving lie, 

that once suitably clothed

he will seek to deny.

For each lie is a crack

in an unstable wall,

and each contributes 

to its consequent fall.   

three. 

Send out a message

that all men are free,

that none are born high,

none ought bend at the knee;

save unto the one,

who hath fashioned this place

and who gave not a thought 

to the difference of race;

who tells us that both

in our heart and our soul,

we are simply a part

of the sum, not the whole

Four.

On a slightly selfish note.

I know the weather is awful

and that both Prancer and Dancer

will doubtless overindulge on out of date

mince pies and cheap mulled wine, left out 

for them by a curmudgeonly old poet 

who hails from the wild hills of Wales. 

But could I please have some fluffy slippers

and a large box of Cadburys milk tray.

Oh, and I almost forgot, perhaps just one

little kiss 'neath the mistletoe.
Not that I'm desperate, mind you...   :))

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Nice one Beccy and if only some higher being would deliver!

[Sami Khalil]

Festive and full of lovely and pertinent wishes for Christmas. Prayers from the heart are bound to be answered as your poetry is bound to greatness. Keep sending your messages and the Almighty will answer. Excellent in the whole...

[Paul Bell]

Fluffy slippers, a box of chocs, world peace, and a snog under the mistletoe, but under no circumstances go down on bended knee. Okay, Beccy I've got that sorted for you. Though you must remember, a man is just for Xmas, after that he becomes burdensome and should be thrown out with the tree.

[Beccy]

If you say 'woof woof' and do a bit of begging, I'll promise to keep you for a bit longer. :))

[Paul Bell]

Woof, Woof. Blast, old Mrs Jones who already thinks I'm nuts is wondering why I'm on bended knee. Hate explaining to old bats.

[Beccy]

The only bats around here, are in your belfry. :))

Now stop it, I'm only allowed to laugh twice a day.

[Paul Bell]

Should be made law, though they'd probably tax one. lol

[barleygirl]

I'm wildly jealous of your inventive imagination, rooted in down-to-earth meaning! I've thought a million times: "the only thing that matters is peace" -- but your idea of fouling all the guns! WOW! That is such a great way to show instead of tell. I love the main ideas you focus on, plus I'm admiring how you turn each phrase with a ton of intelligence & heart. This is one of the best Christmas poems EVER! Damn I wish I'd thought about fouling up all the guns. Somebody really needs to do that! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Beccy]

It's the shame of it that gets me, the shame of how we keep tearing ourselves apart, when we have been gifted such a beautiful world.

Beccy.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Becky.. your poetry twinkles like bright colorful lights on a 🎄 Christmas tree. Hope you receive the Kiss under the Mistletoe. The wild hills of Wales is where I would love to be
On Christmas 🎄 Eve. truly Prancer and
Dancer will fly over with the other Reindeer and bring blessings to you and yours. As ever, Pat

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wows!! The ' don't bend at the knee' to any mortal except bowing to the immortal creator, gosh that stanza really awed and floored me, rendered this poem so admirable!!! Kudos for such an awesomely rhymed and content poem. I shelved it.


Pls pleez do review/ comment/ add your thoughts on my newest poem too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when i saw the title of your poem...made me hum this song all the way through the read...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=JkweTyrRTKw

[Beccy]

Thanks jacob; a lovely song and well worth the listen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hope the speaker gets her kiss under the mistletoe...
there can be over-indulgence...it's Christmas...at least once a year...acceptable.
Yes, we are part of the whole....all of us....
Santa does not discriminate....neither does God, neither should we...
give the gift of love for Christmas.
beautifully endearing poem, Beccy.
j.