It's Christmas Eve. It's half past eight and I'm in bed. David needed to get to bed and I can't let him go on his own....if he needed me I'd never forgive myself......
I've got a drink by the side of the bed...so not given up on Christmas festivities completely.
I am trying hard not to remember other Christmases...with the first David and my children. I then have to stop because none of them are with me any more...
I refuse to allow the tears to fall, the misery to take hold so I'm going back to an old favourite....another poem by UA Fanthorpe, one I've used before but it's my favourite...
Cat in the manger.
In the story, "I'm not there.
Ox and ass arranged at prayer
But me! Nowhere
Anti cat evangelists
How on earth could you have missed
Such an obvious and able
Occupant of any stable?
Who excluded mouse and rat?
The harmless necessary cat.
Who smuggled in with the holy pair?
Me. And my purr.
Matthew, Matk and Luke and John
(who got it wrong,
Who left out the cat)
Wherever He went in this great affair,