Eila’s December Reflections
It’s December and I am remembering
The promise that I made last year
To write a special poem about each month
For the Westmuir Web Page here.
I always tried to make them interesting
Touching on things you may not know
Yet keeping to the appropriate season
And how country folk fared long ago.
I found it was a really big challenge
A bit of research, much thought, but fun
The great feeling too of achievement
When I saw the finished article spun.
It soon put a new spark into my life
Being a small part of this great team
I am willing to help out in any way
Because I hold them in high esteem.
Long before December month arrives
Shops were stacked with Christmas fare
Soon Santa sits in all his splendour
Beside a large mountain of toys there.
Posters appear – ‘Book your Holidays’
Time to jet off and soak up the sun;
Celebrating your winter break now
Being pampered and having fun.
Far different from days when I was young
We still worked here on Christmas Day
In Scotland there were no holidays then
till we stopped off on Hogmanay.
Things gradually changed after the war years
Soon more breaks became common place
But the true meaning of this festive month
has gone without leaving a trace.
It could be the result of modern traits
Living the fast life never stopping a minute
There’s so much out there every day
To see and do and cram in it.
No time to ponder, relax and reflect
As the years keep speeding on their way
Still grasping at the Earthly pleasures
Lacking the Celestial joy of Christmas Day.