The Days of Advent
A winters poem to ease yourself into another busy weekend.
Hello and happy Friday to you,
Normally on a Friday I send out a Substack to my paid subscribers only, but yesterday was my birthday so I am feeling extra generous. To say thank you to anyone who opens and reads my Substacks, I have written a winters poem ❄️
On a Friday I send out a short story, journal prompts and an invite to join me as we dive head first into the weekend.
We are now in December and so the weekends are extra busy and extra…well, just extra!
It is more important than ever for us (the magic makers) to take some time for ourselves to slow down the pace, take some deep breaths and unload our busy minds.
To do this, I suggest grabbing a pen and paper and write down everything that is on your mind right now. My husband and mum have often told me I need to keep a pen and paper by my bedside, so that when I wake at 3 in the morning, mind buzzing with to-do lists, I can write it all down and get it out my head. It does help.
Do that now. Write down everything you are storing in your head.
Now, make a hot mug of your favourite drink, grab a Christmas chocolate (or two) and have a read of some winter poems.
Before I share the one I have written, here is one I saw on Twitter that I really enjoyed by Brian Bilston…
And have a listen to this beautiful one by Beth Kempton, about the Keepers of Christmas (that’s you).
My poem is called:
The Days of Advent.
Tiny fingers prize open even tinier doors,
Hopeful, excited, inpatient.
Feet thundering down the stairs,
What will the mystery be today, we wonder.
A picture, a gift, a token of Christmas,
Ready to be held, enjoyed.
For a few minutes: silence,
As chocolate is savoured, activities read.
Each day of advent builds up,
To the big day itself.
A countdown adding to the thrill,
Of magic, wonder and surprise.
Perhaps the days of advent are more special,
Than the actual day.
The excitement, anticipation builds, bubbles inside,
Then spills over in loudness.
The house has a buzz about it, during advent,
Noise levels rise as does the stress.
But pause a while, under the tree, after each door is open,
Savour the joy that advent brings.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone and don’t forget to breath….
Paid subscribers - your short story will be with you next Friday ❤️
Love Beth x