Cards and glitter, scissors, glue,
paints and pencils, some pens too.
I tell our son its time for crafts,
he rolls his eyes and then he laughs.
“Christmas crafts”, I tell him next,
he stares at me, looks perplexed.
“Come and try, we’ll have some fun,
you could make cards, at least do one.
Do a picture, paint a scene,
that book there shows what I mean”.
He flicks some pages, shakes his head,
“Can’t I play my games instead?”
“Park yourself, here, at the table,
create something, I know you’re able”.
He picks up paper and a pen,
draws a star and then some men.
He colours them and gets the glue,
enjoying doing something ‘new’.
We’ve done these kinds of things before
but they’re seen now as quite a bore.
Out come a paintbrush, glitter too,
some while later, “That will do”.
He turns it round for me to see.
Included now, a Christmas tree,
animals, a crib, a stable,
my son gets up to leave the table.
I ask about the things I see –
“Thats what Christmas means to me”.
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