Boxing Day

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Boxing Day

It’s the day to
be a contender
and go the distance

It’s the day to
face the foe
toe to toe

It’s the day to
bob and weave
and float like a butterfly

It’s the day to
ensure
you don’t have a glass jaw

It’s the day to
roll with the punches
and not be out for the count

It’s not the day to
howl
and throw in the towel

Will you be driving home for Christmas?

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Driving Home For Christmas?

Will you be driving home for Christmas, Eddie
On a dark and dismal day?
I hope you make it back, Eddie
And that everything’s ok

You might be someone’s daddy, Eddie
Yes, you might be someone’s dad
Not a fuddy-duddy daddy
But the sort that makes kids glad

That Dad’s at home for Christmas
And adding to the fun
Delivering hugs for all the children
And big kisses just for… Mum!

What did you get for Christmas? I didn’t get a bike

Poem and pictures from the book Brilliant by Bernard Young

Copyright Bernard Young

This poem is from my book ‘Brilliant’.

Extract:

I got a massive box of chocolates
but I didn’t get a bike

I got some extra-special roller-skates
but I didn’t get a bike

I got a mind-blowing computer game
but I didn’t get a bike.

You can’t fool me, there’s something going on!

Image of pair of glasses with the word genius across each lens

Copyright Bernard Young

There’s Something Going On

When there’s a big cake in the kitchen
When there’s holly in the hall
When there’s tinsel round the telly
And presents wall to wall

When there’s mistletoe and ivy
And a decorated tree
I know something’s going on
You can’t fool me

What happens when Santa spends Christmas at his in-laws?

Cuddly toys in snow Santa and raindeer

Image copyright Bernard Young

Santa’s Christmas

(i)

This year,
though not by choice,
Santa Claus is spending Christmas
with his in-laws.

Ask him why
and he’ll just sigh
and say
‘Because…’

(ii)

Indoors

grim as a blizzard
prickly as holly
charming as a burst pipe

Mrs Santa…claws!

(iii)

Outdoors

the reindeer have downed sleigh
and are moaning
about the increased work-load
and the frozen pay.

Led by hard-nosed Rudolf the Red
(who, contrary to popular belief, is not nice)
they are imposing a work to rule
– a no slide rule on the ice
– a go slow on the snow.

Most folk, thinks Santa, just don’t realise,
being the boss is not all mince pies
and Ho! Ho! Ho!

(iv)

After much negotiation
and hard snowballing
Santa and the reindeer
have reached an agreement.

The Christmas delivery is safe.

Unlike Santa, who,
hurrying to and fro,
slips on the fast freezing snow.

Oh! Oh! Ow!

(v)

Christmas Day.
Work done.

Santa watches his mother-in-law
(a tough old bird)
wrestling with the turkey.

Boxing Day!
The fight goes on.

Two falls and a submission.
It’s over.

The turkey’s won.

(vi)

Sometimes
(don’t you know, know, know)
Santa, too, wrestles;
has a bout with self-doubt,
and loses.

At times
(don’t you know, know, know)
he even finds it hard
to believe in himself
himself.

This year,
to get him through this crisis,
to save him from distress,
I’m conducting a little survey
to discover, more or less,
who still believes in Father Christmas.

So if you do, shout YES!

Image of santa with words 'Yes? ? No?'

Image copyright Bernard Young

Bernard Young is an experienced performance poet who is available for workshops in schools, particularly primary age (KS1/KS2). He’s based in Manchester, but happy to travel further afield. Over the years he’s also worked successfully in partnership with Road Safety officers combining the road safety message with creative writing. To book Bernard for a workshop in your school, see Contact page.

Santa Claus ain’t coming, Junior has taken over

Poem and image

Copyright Bernard Young and Tod Leedale 2000


This Poem is from “Brilliant” and is available as a card from Redbubble: http://www.redbubble.com/people/youngpoet/works/9459104-santa-claus-aint-coming

A poem to get you in the Christmas mood, with mistletoe

A face in the snow

Image copyright Bernard Young

I hope everyone out there is looking forward to Christmas and hoping it will be a white one. Some folk have already seen the first snow fall. When I think of Christmas, I think of mistletoe.

Snow and Mistletoe

My heart is beating
fast, not slow,
as I stand beneath
the mistletoe.

My face is red.
My ears aglow.
I’ve just been snogged
by Rachel Snow*.

It was GREAT!
Not so-so.
She’s a terrific kisser.
Now you know.

* This is made up. Miss Snow is no-one I know.

Bernard Young is an experienced performance poet who is available for workshops, in schools particularly primary age. He’s based in Manchester, but happy to travel further afield. Over the years he’s also worked successfully in partnership with Road Safety officers combining the road safety message with creative writing. To book Bernard for a workshop in your school, see Contact page.