Tiffy Witherington
“Lonely this Christmas”
I open my pub for three hours
Upon Christmas Day.
Well, what else is there for me to do
With one child in Canada,
The other in prison.
If I did not open my pub
I will see no one, and
Christmas to me will just be
Another lonely day.
At mid-day I switch on the lights,
Rather pointlessly hang misletoe
Above the bar table,
And open up shop.
Most of the customers
Are like myself,
Spending Christmas alone
And trying not to cry.
They all leave before the Queen’s Speech
At 3 pm.
And I watch it alone
Before microwaving
Yet another TV dinner
And getting hopelessly drunk
In the silence of my pub.
—
Tiffy Witherington.
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note: I’m actually watching Haydn’s Creation on video, from Gateshead new musical hall, and recorded from my favt channel, BBC4
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Comments (15)
(((Hugs)))
D
I’d a been there wit’ ya, Tiff!
Here’s hoping that your Christmas was more pleasant than Tiffy’s. All the best.
Take care
-J-
You know Tiffy, I think bars would be good places for the lonely to congregate if done right. Good food and good conversation and lonliness becomes less. People in passing can become very good friends over a bite and conversation and given the opportunity it can happen. Friendships can become family if given opportunity.
Wow. Sounds like poor old Tiffy didn’t have a very happy Christmas. Rather Eleanor Rigby-ish. She should have come to my house – much better food, although very noisy here.
Hope that you had a better holiday. How was Haydn’s Creation?
Dear Tiffy,
I raise a glass to you on another lonely Christmas.
Happy Holidays, Terry.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet,philosopher,fool
Tiffy Had i know any bar was open, i would have come and parrtied meself silly….cheers merry/happy holidays…
Merry Christmas to you, Lord P.
Merry
Christmas
Does this mean that you didn’t spend Christmas Day getting hopelessly drunk? And to think that’s how I was picturing your day. *LOL* Really… yet another good poem from Tiffy. Goodness I do enjoy her work. I hope your Christmas was filled with warmth, love and peacefulness. Infinite Blessings
Ah, Haydn’s Creation. I get to perform that piece with a friend’s church orchestra. Let’s hope it turns out.
Sending Chirstmas hugs and New Year’s hopes
Hope your holiday was special. I know it was. You, unlike Tiffy, had a full house. C’ya, Cyn
An ocean apart
We are,
Sitting alone at
The bar.
No juke-box nor
Band,
But with drinks in
Our hands
Toasting to
Each others
Heart.
Peace.
Sad little Christmas poem from Tiffany.
I think my Mom feels the same as she’s pretty much alone on the holidays.
Tell me about the Tram in Bruxelles.