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.