X is for…
Christmas! Just making a point here. Yes, I’m a sad, old fashioned, pedantic old
git. I have a loathing of the term Xmas. It disturbs and saddens me. I NEVER write Xmas.
Christmas really is rather special.
Parents of small children will turn up for the Nativity Play and shed gallons
of emotional tears. Teachers will be
decking out little people in tea towels, held in place with old-fashioned ‘S’
belts or cut up tights. An assortment of
strange animals will inhabit the stall where the baby Jesus will be held,
probably upside down, by Mary, whilst Joseph looks on proudly. One of the Three Wise Men will, undoubtedly,
have a fit of nerves and run off stage to sit on his Mother’s knee and the
occasional child, who wasn’t deemed good enough to be Mary or Joseph, will do
their best to disrupt the whole performance.
X is for X-Rated
Is
it a sign of true love, or eventually finding your soulmate, or old age? It’s just that I have noticed in the past few
years that after decades of x-rated dreams, I now seem to dream about the
garden, the dog, the computer, or (and this is the biggest disappointment) my
bloke. Why should I waste a dream on him?
I’ve got him 24/7 already!
So after so many failures, what makes this
one right? I’ll tell you if you
ask! At the time of writing, we’ve been
together 12 years. The happiness is
frightening. Last year we went to a rather
special party to celebrate a friend’s 50th birthday and his mother’s
90th birthday. We’re fond of them
both. The mother had lost her husband of
62 years a few months previously. We
were having a tearful chat and she said ‘Pain is the price you pay for true
love’. I so understood - and that quote
will now be forever etched in my mind.
And so to some lyrics to a song I wrote about the boy when we’d only
been together a few months (the second time round, that is! – Read Nineteen
Sixty Eight!).
PILLOW
Night time – all alone
I love our quiet home
I love the sound
Of you all around
Love your smell – on my pillow
Night time with the moon
Hoping you’re home soon
To feel your hand on my breast
Taste your mouth on my breath
Love your smell – on my pillow
Never felt this way before
My heart aches as I…
Wave goodbye at the door
My soul mate – my best mate
My bed mate – I wait
For you to come home – I’m all alone
Love your smell – on my pillow
That picture on the wall
I’m naked and I’m small
In bed on my own
Wait for you – to come home
Love your smell – on my pillow
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