This gave us the chance to create something new about
Christmas; no mean feat.
Pete prophesised a virtual reality Christmas of the future.
The three Kings being three of the current largest on-line retailers and
Rudolph was banned for lack of political correctness.
John’s Twelve days of Christmas morphed into twelve days of
Brexit and instead of presents, the advent appeared to bring mostly trials and
tribulations.
Joan Fr. broke into song with a much commercialised version
of Ding, Dong Merrily on High.
Lorna’s Three Kings became three wise children apparently
aimlessly following a star through town only to come upon a nativity scene.
The popularity of Brexit remerged from Morag. To the tune of
Good King Wenceslas, we all joined in to sing the story of good King Boris.
Hilary’s rendition of Hark the Herald Angles Sing was a
rhyme which covered the pace and scurry of shopping around Christmas time.
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Pete read his entry and the adjudicator’s comments from the
group’s recent poetry competition. (The
Smell of Stone)
Similarly, Joan Fr read her entry to the children fiction
competition. (Mercat. A creature with the body of a cat and the tail of a fish.
The mercat fell out of its comfort zone.)
Pete read from his memoirs about a relation who died in
hospital apparently of natural causes. Several months later, her nurse was
accused of murder.
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Next week:- Mince
pies at 1pm.
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