Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk 

Grey Christmas

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Christmas began in Bethlehem

Oh, so long ago

We cannot know the weather then

But there would be no snow

So why is it this time of year

We have an appetite

To get a dose of that cold stuff

And see the world turned white

It's there on lots of greeting cards

In High Street shops' displays

It seems we are just hankering

For merry Dickens days

When Tiny Tim was happy

Despite his family's plight

And ghostly three materialised

To make Scrooge see the light

Even Santa's not the same

As he would once have been

Thanks to Coca-Cola

His robe is red not green

So don't be disappointed

If on this Christmas Day

Outside’s not like an Alpine scene

But dreary, damp and grey.

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