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Guest Post: Christmas Family Fun Day Poem | Confessions of a Slummy Mummy


 

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the woods,

The children were wearing their jumpers and hoods

The nets were all hung from, the trees with care

In the hopes that the little ones, would climb if they dare

 

The fire was burning, all snug in it’s bed

And the crafts were all layed out, wood in the shed

 

Daddy in his jacket, and I in the wrap

We’re running behind, and in want of a map

When out of the car, kids came full of chatter

We sprang into adulting, never time for a natter

Away to the base camp, they flew like a flash

Hastily arranging their scarf, gloves and hats

 

For crafts we all made, a clay centrepiece to show

A rustic woodland, style candle to glow

Then what to our wondering eyes should appear?

A figure was walking, through the wood to a clear

 

The little ones spotted him, they don’t miss a trick

We knew in that moment, it must be Saint Nick

More rapid than eagles, with presents he came

And sat by the fire, and called up each name

 

Here Harriet, here Rupert

Now Ernest and Gully

For Ivy for Charlie

For Bobby and Marley

From my hand, to your hand, a gift from the North Pole

Now unwrap away, unwrap away, unwrap them all!

 

Mince pies were heated, some apple juice to try.

These met with no obstacle, I’m not gonna lie

And up to the tree house, the children all flew

With smiles and the gifts, From St Nicholas too

 

The sun it was twinkling, down on the camp roof

So rare for December, but I’m telling the truth

As we raced around base, in and out of the trees

It was time for, Father Christmas, to take his leave

 

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his knees,

And his clothes were all tarnished, with bracken and leaves;

The bundle of gifts, now gone from his sack,

And he looked like a wanderer, as he headed back.

 

Kids eyes – how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!

Their cheeks were like roses,

(We wished there was sherry!)

Next it was time to, sing and put on a show,

Jingle bells, Rudolph, and Let it Snow, Let it Snow

 

The stump of a woodpile, glowing red underneath

And the smoke it encircled, our heads like a wreath;

Now marshmallow time, for little ones bellies

Toasted on sticks, and all gooey like jelly.

 

Our hosts they were chatty, welcomed us dressed as elves

And we laughed when I saw them, in spite of ourselves;

I suddenly felt, all Christmassy inside

Beats department store ads, thanks ‘A Touch of the Wild’

 

There are many words, to describe the day

We loved bringing the kids: to climb and to play

And mud and the sludge, the warm drinks and fun

I really feel now, that christmas’s begun

 

We trooped to the car, to our team gave a whistle

And back home we drove, with ivy and thistle

But to ‘Touch of the Wild’ we offer fond cheer

Merry Christmas to all and see you next year!

 

Confessions of a Slummy Mummy x

 

Our next Christmas Family Fun Day takes place on Saturday 15th December 2018 10:00-12:00. For further information, please visit http://www.atouchofthewild.co.uk