Christmas time has come again
Bringing drifts of snow
It's the season of goodwill to men
So let compassion flow
Gather around your Christmas tree
Erected in the square
Sing your praises
To our Lord
For he is everywhere
Young and old
Around the world
Lift up your hearts
And set them free
Sing out loud
Your favourite hymns
Whilst gathered
Round your Christmas tree
Imagine every light
Which shines on every tree
That they represent a kind of love
Which shines
On you and me
So gather around
Your Christmas tree
Erected in the square
And sing your praises
To our Lord
For he is everywhere.
EDDIE JEPSON Mansfield
I know you are no longer with us
There are things I wish to say
I never expressed my feeling
On this your special day
Is it to late to voice my love?
Of things I wished I'd said
Will you hear my plea?
Now that you are dead
I feel it's very difficult
I don't know where to start
For tears fall like a waterfall
As I suffer from a broken heart
My child I know your feelings
There's nothing for you to feel sad
You will now know the love
For you your father had
Your father is happy
He knows your words were few
For now you have a family
Who are very proud of you?
So when your family give you a card
Read the words on display
Know that verse is filled with love
To wish you happy Father's Day
MALCOLM G BRADSHAW Carlton
Dark days we will remember
A time we won't forget,
People without a future
No jobs, no life, just debt.
Services for those in need
Cuts so deep and cold,
Who will help the vulnerable
Not the coalition we are told.
What happened to prevention
As the poorest takes the strain,
Where's this muted fairness
Aboard this ghost-like train.
Years spent building services
Responding to the need,
Services we are proud of
Just to see them bleed.
Sadness and frustration
As we listen to the hike,
To be told if we don't like it
We can all get on our bike.
It's survival of the fittest
Irrespective of your age,
A doomsdayer of our country
Turning the next blank page.
In to care or homelessness
Lives ending, a way out?
One less to need resources
One less to care about.
Going back four decades
We thought we'd left behind,
When people faced no future
In the spiral of decline.
Once upon this lifetime
People struggled on their own,
We see those times returning
As Cathy's Coming Home.
GEMMA LUCAS Mansfield
I'm the little wooden donkey
Who, outside the church, each year,
Stands guard within the manger
On the midnight crisp and clear.
It's cold, bone-chilling icy
As I stand here all night long
Whilst a hidden gramophone clacks out
Some crackled Christmas song.
The straw is insufficient
To keep Baby Jesus safe
From the rigours of the winter
And He's rather blue of face.
And Joseph, better days has seen
And likewise Mary too;
They're huddled up in shivers,
Well, wouldn't you be too?
And yonder star is flick'ring
Its damp cell-pack packing in,
But, in truth to tell, when set up
It was looking rather dim.
The Three Kings, frozen-fingered
Each their ancient gift has lost,
Well, one loses all one's feeling
In the midnight winter frost.
And when the windows darken
In the cottages round town,
No one ventures out at all
To midnight wander down.
So next Christmas show compassion
On your manger scene down here
And set us up within the church
On those midnights crisp and clear.
IAN C GRAY Wollaton Park
Let's all join the Boy Scouts; It's nineteen hundred and ten
Baden-Powell had started Scouting
It was a world for men
But girls were getting restless, So bored with games and toys
They dressed in borrowed clothing,
And went to join the boys
You can't do that said BP,
I'll think of something new
Young ladies will be Girl Guides,
Wear uniforms of blue
So Guides began, then Brownies,
Things were so different then
Take a look into the past,
The year is 1910
A Girl Guide from the 30s
Had a hat with brim so wide
Wore a lanyard and her shoulder knots
A whistle by her side
Learnt Morse code and signalling and many a useful thing
But still she made her promise
To her country and her king
From the 60s to the 70s
Came the mini-skirted look
New hat, new tie, new badges, With the latest new handbook
But the Girl Guide still loves camping
And walking in the rain
The fashions may be changing But the promise stays the same
The 80s bring new challenges, It's time to modernise
Wear baseball caps and sweatshirts,
Away with hats and ties
Girls are joining Venture Scouts,
Seeking skills to share
They're abseiling, canoeing too,
Adventures in the air
And so into two thousand, We've joined the new jet set
With videos and mobile phones,
We're on the internet
There are Brownies, Guides and Rangers, Rainbows and Trefoil too
Millennium, all-age Guiding, So join us it's for you
We've travelled through the ages
Along with those who shared
The Promise and the Guide Law,
Our Motto, Be Prepared
The bond of Guiding binds us In friendships old and new
May we keep the flame of Guiding
Forever strong and true
And now we've reached 100, its time to celebrate
The past is full of memories, The future's looking great
So let's all join the party,
Come on and have some fun
Three cheers for Notts Girl Guiding,
It's there for everyone
JEAN JONES Carlton
Energy Bulgaria Enjoy England TwiTrips Tim Cahill Roberto Mancini Panto season