Just a thought…

Remember to say good morning to the Sun every day. Even if you cannot see him, he is warming someone’s back somewhere. Remember too, to say hello each evening to the moon. She lights a path for someone every night, even if for a while, it isn’t you. Harken to the wind which blows away all the filth which we poor fools inflict upon the atmosphere every minute of every day, then wonder why sometimes we can hardly breathe. Nurture the rains which wash away the poisons that we spill across the land in order to make that extra profit, and let us all be thankful for the bounty that still, despite our best efforts to spoil her, the land yields each crop season to feed us. Know too, that there is enough, it’s just not too evenly spread. There are those who enjoy the making of profit from someone else’s misfortune…those you should not say good day to.

Little Tim and your missing toy…


The sleigh was loaded and ready
Except for one present – for you
The elves had been searching, high and low
And they just didn’t know quite what to do.

Santa was dressed in his finest red
Ho ho ho, all nicely warmed through
But he just couldn’t leave any presents behind
Well! It’s just not what Santa would do.

They looked again in the cellar
They searched in the workshop once more
Soon the time was getting dangerously near
When Santa must head for the door.

Just then there was a cry ‘YIPPEE’
A wondrous cry of joy
Tim, the smallest of the elves
Had found your Christmas toy.

O Little Tim, you clever elf
You’ve really saved the day
And if you’d care to join me
You can help me in the sleigh.

But Little Tim had vanished
From him there was no peep
T’was a happy Santa who found him
In his little elf cot, fast asleep.

©Joe Wilson – Little Tim and your lost toy…2015