Today was our last Poetry meeting of 2014, when ten of us met for an afternoon of Poetry in friend W's conservatory. We had company this afternoon in the shape of an all playing (saxophone), all dancing bear which W had bought and which sat on the table in the centre of the room, giving us a burst of his playing now and again when one or the other of us pressed the right button.
Everyone had searched for Christmas=themed poetry and it was surprising what we had all found. Highlight of course had to go to friend S, who is a Lancashire lass through and through, who read an 'Albert' (of horses head handle fame) poem about Christmas in her wonderful Lancashire accent. J, who loves Betjamen, read his Christmas - also a favourite with us all.
Our January meeting date was fixed. I know that we all feel the same about these meetings once a month - there is nothing to equal them - lovely poetry, good friends and a lovely room to hold the meeting in thanks to W 's hospitality.
Christmas is creeping up on us - come tomorrow morning there will only be a week left to go. I really don't know why we get in such a state about it as really Christmas dinner is quite an easy one to cook once the turkey is in the oven, and so much of it (cranberry sauce, stuffings, red cabbage) can easily be prepared the day before and warmed up on the right day.
All my menus are prepared and shopping lists done - if I forget anything then just too bad, I have enough in the freezer to feed an army in any case.