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Monday, 4 January 2016 12:49:42

Monday, 4 January 2016 12:49:42

But I had to finish my December poem. Some tiny changes and punctuation:

With scissors, knife and sticky tape
And a roll of garden wire
We took cardboard, corrugated and plain,
and made a cylinder as tall as me.

Red crepe paper wrapped all round,
some cotton wool for snow on top
and for the finishing touches, 
the times of collection on the front.

The postmen got used to it
And popped the Christmas cards inside.
Bills were few and far between
And could wait awhile... 

On Christmas Eve, it was brought inside
The lid removed,the envelopes scooped out
And opened. Too late if you forgot
Great Aunt Maud or the friend you made on holiday. 

It's Xmas Eve. Hooray! Too Late!



December

Monday, 21 December 2015 18:18:37

Monday, 21 December 2015 18:18:37

And a rearrnagement of the last two verses:

The postmen got used to it
And popped the Christmas cards inside
Bills were few and far between
And could wait awhile... 

On Christmas Eve, it was brought inside
The lid removed,the envelopes scooped out
And opened. Too late if you forgot
Great Aunt Maud or the friend you made on holiday. 

It's Xmas Eve. Hooray! Too Late!



Thursday, 17 December 2015 12:10:41

Thursday, 17 December 2015 12:10:41

Working on the first two verses to make it comprehensible to the reader who doesn't know the context:

With scissors, knife and sticky tape
And a roll of garden wire
We took Cardboard, corrugated and plain
and made a cylinder as tall as me

red crepe paper wrapped all round
some cotton wool for snow on top
and for the finishing touches 
the times of collection on the front



December

Thursday, 10 December 2015 9:53:42

Thursday, 10 December 2015 9:53:42

 

I got a bit carried away:

 

Cardboard, corrugated and plain
Scissors, knife and sticky tape
And garden wire
A cylinder as tall as me

The finishing touches cotton wool snow on top
and a times of collection on the front
red paper wrapped all round

The postmen got used to it
And popped the Christmas cards inside
I suppose there weren't many urgent letters
Bills were few and far between
And would not get paid till after, anyway.

Christmas Eve, the box was brought inside
The lid removed and all the envelopes scooped out
And opened. Too late if you forgot
Great Aunt Maud or the friend
You made on holiday. It's Xmas Eve Hooray Too Late!



December

Tuesday, 8 December 2015 12:48:37

Tuesday, 8 December 2015 12:48:37

 

I haven't been idle. I've been thinking.  

The thing about the post box / pillar box we made...what was most important?  It has something to to do with making something with my dad / creating something which no one else would have / doing something slightly off the wall. So I'll just start writing.......

When I was twelve, or so

We had a mad idea, me and my dad

To make our own post box

Just like ones in the street

Tall and round and red...

 

 



December

Thursday, 3 December 2015 16:33:41

Thursday, 3 December 2015 16:33:41
One of the things I recall most clearly is making a giant red letter box which was stood outside the front door for the postman to put cards in. My dad and I struggled with corrugated cardboard and wire and red tissue paper to create this thing.  It meant that we opend all the Christmas cards in one go on Christmas Eve and any people we'd omitted sending to - well, it was too late. But whether this is material for a poem, I'm not sure. 


December

Tuesday, 1 December 2015 18:35:57

Tuesday, 1 December 2015 18:35:57

Is it possible to write anything new about December, about Christmas?

Christmas comes but once a year but last s two months...  and some would say, it's all too much.

I suppose a personal memory would have something original in it. I'll think about it.  Always a good first step.



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