Christmas Grinch in Training

I am a Christmas Grinch in training. On any given day I vacillate between the joy of the season and the annoyance of the season. Queuing in shops seems to bring out the very best in people, whether in the car or the actual shop. People would sell their granny to buy the last turkey on Christmas Eve.

At least the petrol stations are open on Christmas Day. Once upon a time in good ole Ireland, the whole country closed. Mass was a non-negotiable ritual. The best part was clocking the new clothes everyone was wearing as we sashayed down the aisle after communion as though it was a catwalk.

My local church was massive. They have now divided it into two, and the other half is a community centre. The ceiling had, what seemed like, hundreds of cubes in the ceiling. When I could not listen to the priest, I used to stare up at the ceiling and see how many cubes I could count.

Even at a young age I could not believe what the priest said. It smacked of hypocrisy. How could they know what a family was like, or what went on behind closed doors, when they could not marry. Despite my cynicism, I still enjoy going to churches, preferably when they are empty, as the peace is glorious.

Happy Early Christmas from The Grinch in Training.

 

Stay fab

Adele

 

Poem Buzz and Finn

 

Buzz and Finn

Buzz loves to bark and is a magnificent minx.

Finn loves to cuddle and gets up to high jinks.

They are both Morkies, Buzz is beige and Finn is black.

As long as you want love they have always got your back

Buzz is nine, with one ear up and one ear down.

Finn is six, with eyes that always fix a frown.

When we go to the beach Finn purrs like a cat.

Buzz is my shadow, at my feet, he’s loyal like that.

They love to play. Finn likes to nip Buzz in his legs and neck.

Chasing each other, Buzz weaves, as Finn is fast as heck.

He’s like lightning and enjoys picking up litter like me.

He’s happy when he finds an empty cup, better still if it’s coffee.

Finn likes to roll in poop. He’s kinda gross that way.

Having to bathe him doesn’t really make my day.

Buzz has the swagger but he hates his raincoat.

He goes into hiding and needs to be bribed with toast.

They have their best friends, dogs who bark as they walk by.

Come out and play, they holler, sniffing and wanting to say Hi.

Finn is fierce affectionate. Buzz never really was.

But when Finn came along, Buzz got the cuddle buzz.

They both love their belly rubs and I love them too.

But they cannot give them to me as well as I do.

Finn is a duvet diver, he loves the heat.

Finn curls up outside or sleeps at my feet.

Not a day goes by when I don’t count my doggie blessings.

The walks, the fun, the joy, the playful messing.

I never thought I could be so devoted to my furry friends.

But the love they constantly impart makes any moment heaven.

By

Adele Leahy

 

 

All the best

Stay fab

Adele

Poem Pause for Paws

Pause for Paws

Their love for you is relentless.

It’s unashamed and unconditional.

All they need is food, walkies, treats and kisses.

Their capacity for joy is indomitable.

They welcome as you walk through your front door,

Making you feel like the biggest rock star.

Lifting your spirits, oh, how they soar.

All they want is love. And then some more. And then some more.

We speak of mindfulness and living in the now.

Our dogs always have the ability to ground us.

To alter our mood and unfurrow our brow.

They are the true love machines of the universe.

By

Adele Leahy

 

 

All the best

Stay fab

Adele

 

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