When I was young, my grandfather wrote, a note to Santa Claus
I'd like to thank you first of all, for all those gifts of yours
I know his parents buy the things, he opens on the day
with friends and family chipping in to help along the way
But Santa you inspire them all. To give with great delight
So I would like to take this time to thank you on this night
No one ever gives you gifts to open on this day
But never do you moan or groan, or even ask for pay
Delight of children is all you need, or ever want or ask
Then you stay back in the wings until they do the task
When we grow older many will forget that you exist
But you just sit there happily, for the next ones and there list
So thank you Santa for your time, and energy you leave
From all the children in the world who really still believe
And I would like to be their spokesman even though I'm old
For many of them still believe in stories they were told
Don't tell us all, you don't exist, or a figure in a store
So we'll believe in Father Christmas, until we are no more
© Dec 2016, Malcolm Price christmas
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
We strive for the future, but yearn for the past
We flow in our lives like a stream
Settle the dust and let go the heart
Only then cane you follow you dream
Yell if you want to, cry if you must
Let all around hear you scream
Never hold back for things that you want
Only then can you follow your dream
Call out to the world now, don’t be afraid
Show love in your heart to extreme
Just cry to the world, that she is the one
Only then can you follow your dream
If you feel used or someone’s mistake
Shout to the crowd with a scream
Don’t let them stop you dreaming out loud
Only then can you follow your dream
If you have a chance to do what you want
Let no one dictate what you mean
Follow whatever it is that you want to do
Only then can you follow your dream
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
While walking down a lonely path
I came upon a man
sitting in a rocking chair
staring at his hand
Have you ever been up high
And sailed upon a cloud
Or flown upon a silver wing
While shouting way to loud
Have you ever touched the sky
Or pushed against the flow
Sang with birds on mountain tops
With tunes you do not know
Have you ever sat and stared
Or seen a rainbow end
Seeing things that don’t exist
Hiding around the bend
Have you seen a dragon fly
Or Salmon in the streams
Looked up at the stars above
And wondered what it means
Have you ever looked at the moon
Or seen a flower grow
Count the sand upon a beach
Or watched a river flow
Have you seen a phoenix rise
Or reached out to the sun
Kept the moon within a box
to use when day is done
I turned to answer what he said
I looked, theres no one there
a grave stone with a question mark
And a simple rocking chair
rocking
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC
No going out
no rule we can flout
We sit and inquire
before we retire
of rosebuds and gurnies
and fantastic journies
peel back the haze
of memorable days
when travel was grand
and no one was banned
we sat in the park
and we played until dark
then came home to tea
with plates on our knee
no mention of Brexit
no Covid to vex it
we lived in our zones
and played on our phones
maybe some trends
went visiting friends
or sat in the pub
and ate all their grub
for now thats all over
we’re no more in clover
so hurry I say
go Jab away.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:40 AM UTC
Where things are free we pay the price
they somehow hide the cost
While vultures pick the bones of those
Who failed and then were lost
Time never starts just where it should
And ends so far away
We run on webs and make belief's
And life gets in the way
Like eyes that follow here and there
In portraits you have found
Reality can be a passing dream
That pins you to the ground
Like footprints on a sandy beach
That’s washed clean with tidal wave
A life that’s cleaned each day on day
old pasts we cannot save
Just like a cavern in the cliff
Lifes mystery is stark
With maybe just a ***** of light
To follow in the dark
we re-emerge as someone else
but still we are the same
then bungle through our daily life
conform to times long game
Forever is as forever was
no-one sees ahead
we walk one step before the next
until the final tread
And when forever’s over
We spoke out last remark
Then follow me to where I go
And pray we made our mark
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:30 AM UTC
I seen the doctor yesterday
And he said “goodness me”
“I hope that you don't make new plans
Especially after three
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
And a lot of something more
You better get off home right now
If you make it to the door
I ran back home to tell the wife
And she said “goodness me
It seems a waist of precious time
To make you any tea
With a little bit of this
And a little bit of that
And quite a lot of something more
You better go off too your bed
Its almost half past four
I woke this morning to a call
The doctor said “goodness me”
The wrong card got in my hand
What I told you wouldn't be
You don't have this
And you don't have that
And definitely not something more
What I said belonged to someone
Who died three years or four
I went down stairs to tell the wife
And she said “goodness me”
Just when I talked to the men
Who insured you generously
Are you sure you don't have this
Are you sure you don't have that
Maybe a little of something more
Your very selfish there my dear
And really such a bore
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
No going out
no rule we can flout
We sit and inquire
before we retire
of rosebuds and gurnies
and fantastic journies
peel back the haze
of memorable days
when travel was grand
and no one was banned
we sat in the park
and we played until dark
then came home to tea
with plates on our knee
no mention of Brexit
no Covid to vex it
we lived in our zones
and played on our phones
maybe some trends
went visiting friends
or sat in the pub
and ate all their grub
for now that's all over
we’re no more in clover
so hurry I say
go Jab away.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
While walking down a lonely road
I came upon a man
sitting in a rocking chair
staring at his hand
Have you ever touched the sky
Or seen the stars with just one eye
have you ever seen the tide
wash away all it can hide
have you ever just sat and stare
at things you thought were never there
or seen a lark with chicks to feed
darting here and there with seed
I turned to see of what he spoke
then turned to answer this old bloke
I looked again no one was there
just an old, old, old rocking chair
rocking
rocking
rocking
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
No going out
no rule we can flout
We sit and inquire
before we retire
of rosebuds and gurnies
and fantastic journies
peel back the haze
of memorable days
when travel was grand
and no one was banned
we sat in the park
and we played until dark
then came home to tea
with plates on our knee
no mention of Brexit
no Covid to vex it
we lived in our zones
and played on our phones
maybe some trends
went visiting friends
or sat in the pub
and ate all their grub
for now thats all over
we’re no more in clover
so hurry I say
go Jab away.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 9:34 AM UTC
It was winter in the farmyard. The pond was full of ice
Douglas Donkey said lets have a dance, now that would be so nice
The others said oh not again, but didn’t disagree
And so a new pursuit began, ice dancing like on TV
Reg the ram said we’ll go in turns to do our finest dance
Maybe one or two good reels we’d practiced in advance
And when we finished doing that we’ll vote to see who’s best
Then the winner gets a prize, whatever they request
The first on up was Dan the dog who really did enthrall
He turned and twisted all around, with summersaults and all
He never made a single fault, to every bodies joy
And when he finished the all cheered. oh what a cleaver boy
Next along came Reg the ram, who’d practiced all his moves
His circles were a masterpiece while digging quite big grooves
First he ran on two left legs, then two legs on the right
And when it came to jump the ramp, he went with all his might
Douglas however was not that good, he couldn’t even stand
They propped him up on trolley wheels they borrowed second hand
He spun around without control, relying on a push
And only stopped eventually by colliding with a bush
Mary mule, she wasn’t bad, a bit more skilled than some
She did a few good summersaults, but landed on her ***
She tried to spin around to end. But couldn’t stop the turn
Until Dan came to her aid and tripped her with a churn
Gerald goose came on the ice and showing off he cried
This is what I do the best, the water is my pride
Water yes but not the ice, he couldn’t even start
And slid from one end to the next and smashed into the cart
Harry Horse said It’s my turn, and winning is my goal
I used to do something like this when I was just a foal
However it was not to be, the ice was getting thin
And Harrys weight proved just too much, ice cracked and he went in
So it finished, all was done, no more would have a chance
Everybody voted, Dan the dog had won the dance
They gave the prize, a great big bone which made him jump and bound
He ran across to softer earth and buried it in the ground
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC