I AM attempting to create poetry reflecting Christmas experiences.

The Red Bag of Christmas Presents It’s the rush before Christmas, With only a week to go.

We thought we were ready, But lots still to do, We must share the work and allocate tasks, One sister is off to Spain to see Mum, we were asked to take the red bag of presents round, I n the morning please she needs to pack.

I’m off to Toys R Us and will take the presents on the way.

Set off, red bag in hand, Hand over bag, chat with sis, regarding the impossibility of buying for men, I then attempt to summon strength for shops, success!

Excellent choices of excitement for great nieces and nephews, If I say so myself. Return home happily.

Husband not in, has gone round to sisters, according to my son, wonder why; ring his mobile which, as usual, vibrates on our coffee table.

Husband returns, and is asked “Why did you go round to my sisters?”

“To take the presents” is his response. For me puzzlement ensues, “the red bag?” I asked, “Yes”, he said, “But I took it earlier”, was my reply, “I took the presents in the red bag in the hall,”

he explained.

“Oh the bag my sister brought round for us yesterday?”

We responded jointly with a seasonal response, Ho, Ho, Ho!

ALISON WINTERBURN
Croft