Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’

So, last week I posted up ‘Ickle King of the Crib’, a poem on the absolute divinity of an ickle baby; who is in fact the whole point of Christmas. Here I have another poem I wrote recently and am currently performing in the build up to Christmas at CU’s and carol services.

Check it out…

X marks the spot

It marks the spot of x-tra curricular festive activities

Sky plus put to good use and cases full of DVD box-X.

 

X-factor marks the spot

With Geordie Cole

Cowell’s wink

‘You have arrived’ Monogue

And louey’s class acts that go very nice with crackers and wine

(you know; ‘cheese’)

While everyone’s talking about who’s going to mark the X-mas no.1 spot.

 

 

X-box 360…live marks the spot –

With X-ilerating game play – (only £239 this X-mas!)

 

X marks the spot…mas

X mas tree with fairy lights and Games n’ prezzies on the floor,

With Mulled wine, monster truck toys, Marketing ploys, and Mistletoe

 

X marks X-cruciatingly bad Christmas cracker jokes

And paper hats and a false moustache with the small screwdrivers which you swear will come in handy every year but are in the bin before you can say ‘the only fools and horses Christmas special is on the telly!’

 

X marks the carol singing spot

With ‘we wish you a merry X-mas and a happy new year’

And so, come 25th of December

X-mas marks the spot…mas.

 

And even though a name (that shall remain nameless) was swapped for X,

This ‘X’ was marked on a cross

And this ‘X’ took my spot

But let’s not say it

Lets just say ‘X’

After all, X wouldn’t want to make anyone feel X-tremely ve-X’d, nor even slightly uncomfortable,

X would rather just stay quiet in the background this X-mas

And its ok – X understands…

Saying…’Christ’ at X-mas…

It’s a bit politically incorr-X

 

DMWoolridge

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Ickle King of the crib

Posted: November 30, 2010 in poems
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Seeing as its Christmas I love to put pen to paper and find new ways of communicating our brilliant saviour to a world who are willing to listen (once a year in particular).

Here is the one I did last year, and its actually one of my favourites. Check it out…

The ickle King of the Crib

Let me tell you of the Ickle King of the Crib. 

The ickle King of the Crib

Was before

Before the offset set off

Before matter even mattered

 

He was the chief executive of Existence

He was the Architect who designed the plans for the Grand Canyon

And the Structural Engineer who made it happen within a week,

He even gave the planning permission.

 

The King of the crib

Became ickle, small and so vulnerable

He didn’t have enough strength in his neck muscles to hold his head up.

He became freckles, moles, beauty spots and earlobes.

The King of the Crib became human; fully.

But still King over creation; fully.

 

 

The king of the Crib

Lived and breathed so we can breath in new life

A fresh start,

A clean Etch-a-sketch

 

He was before

Is during

And will be ever after

 

Cos the ickle King in the crib

By the donkey

And the prezzies

With the Shepherds

And their tea-towels,

Was just the beginning.

Scene 1 on earth

 

The ickle King of the Crib grew up

He was complete compassion

Not just born into birth

But dedicated to death…and beyond.

His sufficient sacrifice sorted my sin

As the Saviour sought after my heart.

 

 

So the Ickle King of the Crib

Became King over death

King over my sin

King of my life

King Eternal.

 

Jesus, King of the Crib

Jesus, The King of my heart.