Christmas Day
Started with coffee and cigarettes
Accompanied by the burning sun Ray
Then the family opened presents
It was just us the residents
Prawn cocktails courtesy of Garry Mark O’Connor
Roasted glazed chicken with veg by mum
It was then time to have some fun
What better way to do it then by having a few laughs
We watched Vicar of Dibley
All was quite silly
Then Sean’s Christmas pudding, brandy butter and ice cream,
It was all merry
And no one was mean
Again we sat and watched tv
I went outside for a smoke and guess what I had seen!
Some lovely magpies pecking at the fruit tree
They were free
and so was me.
Time for nap so I rested on the bed
Pillows cushioning my happy head,
Tiredness was barely there
So I started to write this poem
Somethings I admit is hardly rare.
Tonight I will have a few more drinks
This Christmas so far has been the best in years,
methinks
A new year will come
And I have grown stronger
More attuned to my true self
Lost, I am no longer
May fruitful exchanges
With friends and strangers
Happen next year
May I learn one thing or twenty two
May I cross a few things off my list of things to do
Lastly may I continue to love
Learn to forgive
And stay with what’s true
– Garry O’Connor
The Independent Philosopher 