Santa's Good Will Message

Jolly old Santa checks his list,
And, if you've been good and not bad,
He's gonna make sure that this Christmas
Is the best that you've ever had.

The elves have been busy preparing
The right present for each girl and boy.
The gifts are piled high, and the reindeer
Are stomping their hooves for sheer joy.

Nighttime is now fast approaching
So Santa jumps onto his sleigh.
A slap of the reins and they're racing,
Then flying - up, up and away!

He soars off into the night sky
To visit you all, far and near,
Delivering bundles of goodies,
Spreading happiness and good cheer.

Then, when old Santa's job is done,
There's one thing still left to do.
Here's Santa's special greeting
To each and every one of you.

May your Christmas time be joyful,
Crammed full of goodness and light.
May the year ahead be prosperous
And your future be filled with delight.

The meaning of the name Dawn

Meaning of name Dawn

Etymology : From the English word dawn, ultimately derived from Old English dagung.

Origin : English

Gender : girl

Who are they?

Seductive creatures, Dawn and Rhianna have definitely got plenty of charisma and seek to communicate and express themselves. Adaptable, amenable, lively, upright and honest; they don´t appreciate a life of routine which they find very drab and dreary: instead they need action, fantasy and excitement! Because they tend to be impatient, they often give up at the precise moment that they achieve their goals; and this is actually because for them, the thrill is in the chase and the lure of the unattainable is what drives them; but once their objective has been reached and demystified, it quickly loses its appeal. This attraction to the unknown is the reason why they enjoy travel and discovery so much. They are extremely emotional characters, which can be quite overwhelming for them and their nervous system can be a weak spot. Their cyclothymic nature can make them prone to extremes in mood: they could be laughing one moment but in tears a few minutes later. They are a strange combination of shyness, wariness (especially during the first part of their life), vulnerability, low self-esteem and audacity... which can entail a certain amount of inner conflict! However, if their sociocultural environment is favourable, they could live in harmony with the vibrations of their master number 11; in which case they would have high aspirations and a considerable ascendancy over others, with the promise of a very bright future. As children, they are fragile, particularly timorous and heavily influenced by the family environment. Rather undisciplined, they don´t have much time for work or restriction and will only make an effort if their interest can be aroused and there is something in it for them. With such vivacious and gifted children, it is essential to nurture their artistic and creative streak, as well as their talent for learning other languages.

What do they like?

Dawn and Rhianna   aspire to love and seek an intimate relationship (though things aren´t always easy due to the karmic 2), pleasure and the comfortable privacy of home. They enjoy day-dreaming about exotic paradises, however they quickly start missing the warmth and cosiness of their homes once they are far away... Emotionally, they are fiery and passionate, but romantic at the same time. They crave security, and without love in their lives they could easily become melancholy or depressed. However, they can be rather disconcerting: imaginative and eccentric, open, friendly and shameless libertines one minute and closing up like a clam the next; joy twisting itself around into sadness, passion followed by complete indifference - with ice around the edges. Only a very special kind of man would stand a chance at figuring them out...



What do they do?



If Dawn and Rhianna   decide to invest themselves in something other than their relationship and life as a couple, they could find satisfaction in one of the following areas: an artistic occupation or those involving oral or written expression, sales and marketing (representation) or extensive travel, consultation, advice or teaching; because they are very attentive listeners.

The meaning of name Marina

Meaning of the name Marina

Etymology : Feminine form of MARINUS

Origin : Italian

Gender : girl

Who is she?

Two master numbers indicate that Marina is a strong character who is deeply humane and altruistic, as well as acutely sensitive and extraordinarily intuitive. These elevated vibrations drive her to advocate a better world and help the most underprivileged souls on this planet. Material contingencies are not her area of predilection, however she is capable of great inspiration and creativity... However, these powerful vibrations cannot always be lived at such a high octave, and are often experienced at a more simple level; in which case Marina will make do with building castles in the sky, combining hypersensitivity and emotional fragility with dependence; suggestibility and selflessness with a more passive nature. Her nervous equilibrium can sometimes be fragile because her high aspirations and ideals are poorly adapted to everyday reality. As a little girl, Marina is adorable and very endearing, eager to please and particularly receptive to the atmosphere at home. It only takes an upheaval or dissension to knock her off kilter, and no longer able to live fully in the present she could become withdrawn, lost in her inner world of daydreams. It is therefore strongly recommended for her parents to encourage her to become autonomous from an early age.

What does she like?

Marina cultivates her ideology, which includes noble humanitarian and altruistic values. Her remarkable inner strength allows her to take an interest in social and associative movements, the social sciences, spirituality and the occult. If she commits herself to one of these areas of predilection she should beware of the dangers of dogmatism and fanaticism... She is willing to collaborate and cooperate with others with a completely open mind and unshakeable faith. When it comes to love, she´s a sentimental and romantic soul who tends to idealize her sweetheart by putting him on a pedestal, with the risk of disappointment that this entails... She is quite feminine and motherhood is likely to bring her great fulfilment, however she will undoubtedly need to continue her personal development and contribute to humanity in other ways other than through her role as a parent. Affective values are fundamental, as far as she is concerned; however the purely concrete and material domain is far from being her forte...

What does she do?

With 47 as her active number, Marina has a real chance to achieve tremendous success, and her royal roads tend to be those of a social or artistic orientation. She could therefore choose a career as a teacher, psychologist, sociologist, counsellor, social worker, children´s nurse, midwife or devoted secretary..., artist, musician..., astrologist, graphologist or medium... religion could be of interest to her as could any occupation of a philanthropic or voluntary nature, or even a career in politics. Of course, she could simply decide to dedicate herself to her family and would make a loving and attentive mother.

Requiem

No more will I see your gentle face

Nor hear your voice, your laughter.

Gone is the solace of your embrace.

I am bereft hereafter.

You used to listen to my woes

And dry my bitter tears.

With kisses softer than a rose

You quelled my darkest fears.

What shall I do? Where can I go?

Without you, yes, I'll carry on,

But life will be unbearably slow.

My future, bleaker, now you're gone.

So, I will keep you in my heart,

Until we meet again, some day.

Meanwhile, though I am torn apart,

I won't let my soul decay.

The Gods above are cold as ice,

To take you on, yet leave me here,

But I'll recall your sound advice

As though you whisper in my ear.

Despite the pain, when times are tough

No clouds will e'er obscure

My memories of you. They'll be enough

To see me through!...

...Love will endure! 

Rest In Peace

A (Somewhat Early) Christmas Greeting

Halloween has come and gone
And so has Guy Fawkes night.

It's time to look forward to Christmas

And hope (yet again) that it's white.

I know that it's only November

And it seems such a long way away,

But the sooner we start to get into the mood

The better we'll feel, so they say!

So we'll put on the Christmas CDs

And play them back time after time.

We know all the words, to every song

So to NOT sing along is a crime!

We'll get out the tinsel and sparklies

To brighten up the place,

But make sure we don't overdo it!

Don't want to be "in your face"!

Once done, the place looks so pretty!

Like Santa's grotto, but tasteful!
We used lots of spray-on glitter and snow,
But to use any more would be wasteful!

The tree's amazing in red, green and gold
Topped off with a six-pointed star.
The coloured lights flicker to Jingle Bells.
Add some baubles and there you are!

Do you know, I'm feeling quite festive!
Just think what a hoot it will be!
Just remember, it only comes once a year!
So here is a message from me.

To all of my friends and my loved ones,
A time-honoured greeting to cheer.
Let this Christmas be all that you hoped for
And be happy throughout the New Year!

Ode to Friday

So many days throughout the year

Are cause for celebration.

Birthdays, Christmas, wedding days,

Anniversaries, a coronation.

They make life much more bearable.

Give us respite and great joy.

A chance to kick up our heels and rejoice,

Every girl and every boy.

But there's one day that gets overlooked.

A day that's quite unique.

That day is Friday! What a wonder it is,

That there's one at the end of each week!

Consider Me

I wonder if you think of me
Now and then, now we're apart.
Do memories of bygone days
Make you smile and warm your heart?
Do you ever stop to wonder
If I'm happy, or sad and blue?
Are you curious to know if I
Am thinking of you, too?
Did those years we spent together
Leave their mark on you at all?...

Well, just pick up the phone, my darling...

And give your old mother a call!!!

Three Limericks by Yours Truly!

1

A hunter, whilst riding to hound,

Said, "To catch a fox I am bound!"

But his horse took a fall

As he jumped a high wall.

Now they wheel him along on the ground!

2

I often heard grandmother mutter

That she once set men's hearts aflutter.

Her demeanour, so sweet,

And her figure, petite,

Caused eloquent suitors to stutter!

3

A Jane Austen fan named Eliza

Clung to maidenhood just like a miser.

But she goes to bed nightly

With Darcy or Knightley

And no-one is any the wiser!

A Love Poem????

I've never known the love the poets write of.
I've never felt that yearning deep inside.
The passion of young Juliet for Romeo
For me has, somehow, always been denied.

When poets speak of "ardour" and "devotion"
I really do not comprehend their thrall.
And as for "burning desire", that's an emotion
That I truly do not understand at all.

It's not that I have never known the feeling
Of being loved, and loving in return,
But I'm pretty sure that love of friends and family
Is not the kind that causes hearts to burn.

There's something deep within me that's resistant
To the rapture that most other folk embrace.
A safeguard, I suppose, against rejection.
I retreat into myself - my sheltered space.

But, though it sometimes gets a little lonely,
It's not as bad as some of you might think.
My heart's not ever likely to get broken,
And I'm not so sad it's driven me to drink!

So, I know I'll never be the great romantic.
When my heart burns, I know it's indigestion!
And I'll laugh when someone says that "Love's the answer!"
'Cos I didn't even ask the bloomin' question!!!

An Old Joke, Told in Rhyme!

The teacher had asked her class to compose

A sentence with "fascinate" in it.

Little Johnny Green, right at the back

Had his hand up in a minute!

As no other child had responded so fast

She chose him from those in attendance,

And after she'd taken a long, deep breath,

Said "Johnny, let's hear your sentence!"

He cleared his throat, then, in a loud voice

Our hero began to relate:

"My pregnant mum's got a coat with nine buttons -

But she can only 'fascinate'!"

Shall I Tell You A Story?

Shall I tell you a story about a mouse

That lived in the wall of a very old house?

He dined on scraps that fell from the table

And dodged the cat whenever he was able.

Shall I tell you a story about a cat

Who sat by the fire, on a lovely warm mat?

He'd prowl the house with a haughty strut,

But would stay out of range of the yapping mutt!

Shall I tell you a story about a pup,

Who next to his master's feet would curl up?

A more faithful friend you never will see.

His name "True Blue" fits him to a tee!

Shall I tell you a story about a man

Who muddles along the best that he can,

With his dog, and his cat, and even the mouse?

Contented, they stay in that ramshackle house.

Little Miss Nobody

Amid the hustle and bustle of the school playground,

One young girl sits all alone.

As quiet as a mouse, she watches, but doesn't join in.

No-one pays her any attention.

She tells herself she prefers it that way,

But she is lying - to the world and to herself.

She's so lonely it tears at her insides,

But she steadfastly refuses to let it show.

What a jolly time her tormentors would have

If they knew how much their teasing hurt her.

How mortifying that would be!

So, she sits, quietly, patiently, till the bell rings to go inside.

But the classroom brings no solace, either.

She sits as far to the back as possible.

The teacher asks the class a question.

She knows the answer, but won't raise her hand!

Heaven forbid!

Everyone would look at her - notice her!

Better to try to be invisible, a non-person!

Soon, the school day will be over.

Hopefully she will be able to avoid the recognition

Of those that taunt her, long enough to get her coat

And be on her way without incident.

Maybe she'll be gone before they see her

And decide to play their cruel games with her.

The favourite is the one where one of them "accidentally" touches her,

Then runs around, screaming that he or she has caught a nasty plague -

Or disease, or fleas. or whatever -

And has to touch someone else to pass it on!

That one's always good for a laugh!

For everyone else, anyway!

For her it's like a knife through her heart!

Every time!

And it never gets old!!!!

But none of them know!

None of them will EVER know how caustic their gibes are!

She'll make sure of that..........even if it kills her!!!!!!!!

You Can't Take It With You When You Go!

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
For what good is all your wealth,
If you haven't got your health,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
Grasping relatives look on,
Hoping that you'll soon be gone,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
When they hear you've taken ill,
They'll be hunting for the will,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
It's a shame to think your bread
Will be squandered once you're dead,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
You don't have to spend the lot!
Sell the rolls and buy a yacht,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
Dress the missus up in Bling!
Diamond necklace, brooch and ring,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

For you can scrimp, and you can save,
But you're a long time in your grave!
So spend it now and have some fun - BEFORE you go!!!

Words Fail Me!!!

I'm waiting for a spark of inspiration

To set my willing hands to tapping keys,

But all I feel is anger and frustration.

I might as well be typing in Chinese.

I've been here hours and still I have no inkling

How to pull the words out of my head.
The stars outside my room are softly twinkling,
And soon I'll have to drag myself to bed.

I cannot seem to form the simplest phrasing,
Let alone the tempo and the rhyme.
I think I might as well try crystal-gazing!
It all seems such a total waste of time!

Oh, well! I'll just give up and go to sleep now.
My pillow calls and I cannot resist.
Sleep's soothing hand feels cool upon my fevered brow,
And there's nothing more to do now but...desist!

Laugh a Little Bit by Edmund Vance Cooke

Here's a motto, just your fit - 
Laugh a little bit.
When you think you're trouble hit,
Laugh a little bit.
Look misfortune in the face
Brave the beldam's rude grimace:
Ten to one 'twill yield it's place,
If you have the wit and grit
Just to laugh a little bit.

Keep your face with sunshine lit,
Laugh a little bit.
All the shadows off will flit,
If you have the grit and wit
Just to laugh a little bit.

Cherish this as sacred wit -
Laugh a little bit.
Keep it with you, sample it,
Laugh a little bit.
Little ills will sure betide you,
Fortune may not sit beside you,
Men may mock and fame deride you,
But you'll mind them not a whit,
If you laugh a little bit.

Storm In a Teacup?

Rain!
Not again!
Persistently pouring,
Dull, wet and boring!
Drenching my clothes. What a pain!

Pelting!
Belting!
This must be a freak
'Cos only last week
The sun was so hot, we were melting!

Teeming!
Streaming!
Shoppers with trolleys
Battling with brollies
Soaked to the skin, wetly gleaming.

Lightning!
Frightening!
A white streak of power
Strikes through the shower
Just when I thought it was brightening!

Rumble!
Grumble!
A great clap of thunder,
Like the sky's split asunder
And the whole world's starting to crumble!

It's done!
The Sun
Has battled the storm
To make the world warm.
The clouds have all gone and He's won!

Now I'm higher -
And drier!
In my favourite armchair
I won't, I declare,
Ever stir from in front of the fire!

In a Child's Eyes

Awareness of self and others.

Curiosity, an inquiring mind.

Honesty, no falsehood here!

Impishness, playful spirit.

Love, without price or condition.

Desire to please and amuse.

Sweetness of temperament.

Energy, a force of nature!

Youthful exuberance.

Expressiveness, no words needed.

Simplicity, clarity of mind and vision. 

All this to be found - in a child's eyes!

Whatever Happened to Gratitude?

Whatever happened to gratitude?

Is it dead, or just taking a break?

Could somebody tell me why "Thank you"

Is so hard a gesture to make?

When someone does you a favour,

Without thought of personal gain,

Are those two simple words too demanding?

Does it bring about physical pain?

I was taught to treat others with courtesy,

To be civil, respectful, and warm.

A casual "Cheers, mate" was frowned on.

That would have been judged as bad form.

"Cheers" is what you say at a toast!

As a platitude it sounds insincere!

If you're grateful for kindnesses given,

Say "Thanks" and you're debt will be clear!!!!

Possibilities

What lies in store for you, my love?

What does the future hold?

Will you be learned and wise, my love?

Will you do brave deeds and bold?

Will you be a teacher, my  love -

Young minds to nurture and guide?
Will you take to the law, my love
And over a courtroom preside?

Will you take to the sea, my love,
Seek out far, distant lands?
Will medicine be thy calling, love,
Healing power in your hands?

Whatever fate may bring, my love,
Of this you can be sure,
You will make me oh, so proud, my love,
For nothing can obscure
The bond twixt mother and child, my love.
This mighty love will endure!

You Are Old, Father William

"You are old, Father William," the young man said,

"And your hair has become very white,

And yet you incessantly stand on your head.

Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,

"I feared it might injure the brain,

But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,

Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,

And have grown most uncommonly fat,

Yet you turned a back somersault in at the door.

Pray, what is the reason of that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,

"I kept all my limbs very supple,

By the use of this ointment - one shilling the box -

Allow me to sell you a couple!"

"You are old" said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak

For anything tougher than suet,

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak -

Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,

And argued each case with my wife,

And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw

Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose

That your eye was as steady as ever,

Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose -

What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"

Said his father, "don't give yourself airs!

Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?

Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

Lewis Carroll

How Did You Die?

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?


You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there -- that's a disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,
It's how did you fight --  and why?


And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?


by Edmund Vance Cooke (1866-1932)


Wow! I think I've just discovered a new favourite poet!!! D x

When "Tempest" Seems Too Mild a Word....

There is no earthly pleasure more sublime

Than sitting by the fire, all snug and warm,

Whilst outside, the wind and rain are raging,

Building up into a monstrous storm.

To know that, though the weather's truly awful,

You haven't any reason to go out.

It gives you such a satisfying feeling

That's way beyond compare, without a doubt.

But wait - for now the window-panes are rattling!

The dustbins in the yard are spinning round!

The roof has lost some tiles and is now leaking,

And next door's shed has lifted off the ground!

It seems as though the walls themselves are shaking.

Will they hold out? Oh, surely they won't break!

It's so bad now, I'm cowering in terror,

And fearful for my life, make no mistake!

It serves me right for being so complacent!

I'm not smug now, in fact I'm quite distressed.

The storm is at an end, but so much damage!!!

When I think how much I've lost, I'm quite depressed!

Out With the Old...

Christmastime is over, the New Year has begun.
Pack away the tinsel and the tree.
Everything looks bare, now. We've all had our fun,
But now it's back to work for you and me.

So, it's backs to the grindstone, shoulders to the wheel,
We called the tune - the piper wants his pay!
The bills, when they arrive, will be enough to make you reel,
And things get more expensive, day by day.

It's a wonder that our parents could afford to keep us fed,
Especially when large families were the norm.
Each day a constant battle just to stay out of the red;
To provide shelter, clothe us - make us warm.

I suppose we should be thankful that we have a job at all,
In these mad days of rising unemployment,
And I surmise that when your back's against the wall,
It tends to put a damper on enjoyment.

So let us all be thankful, whilst enduring troubled times.
After all, you know, it could be so much worse.
Heck! I could find it difficult to conjure up some rhymes!
Then how would I have finished off this verse?????

(Can you tell I struggled at the end a bit????)

Happy New Year to all my friends and family,
May 2012 be everything you hoped for!

Keep smiling!!!!!!!

Dawn xxx