An Ashbourne Christmas poem

As Santa approached to collect his sleigh

He looked down on Ashbourne ahead of his day

At Shentons they’d serviced the tinselly sled

He’d rejected some camels for reindeer instead.

Soon he’d be off for a tour of the land

Gifts for the good delivered by hand.

Nothing for Whitehall, and scarcely in Notts

Hardly a token for rebellious Scots

And so he returned just as evening fell

To only the sound of St Oswalds bell.

He opened his sack to look at the list

After all crossing-out to see who he’d missed.

Derbyshire Dales had a line through the middle

Their planning remains a bit of a riddle.

His elves bemoaned an impending sight

400 more homes to deliver tonight?

If he went with his sled to the Thursday market

He’d travel around with nowhere to park it.

And even on Shawcroft at the end of a queue

You can’t get a coffee but can get a loo

But as he looked through his list for the good

He noticed the signs of a planned Neighbourhood.

For during the year something had stirred

The people of Ashbourne had made themselves heard.

The yearly events attracted the crowds

Only the Gathering succumbed to the clouds.

The Up’Ards and Down’Ards fought a hard draw

Jones and Mee goaling the ball for their score.

Councillor Bull became mayor once again

Turned up the Ball then awarded the chain.

The bunting attracted the nation’s attention,

Constructed and fitted by too many to mention.

The Queen’s Jubilee gave us reason to party

The Festival welcomed the Arts and the arty.

June saw the Flame in the town for a day

Warming the hearts of the crowd on its way.

Carried by Megan, and Jason and Martin

For thousands to see before swiftly departing.

The Partnership building a Park of ambition

With things for our kids while keeping tradition.

And Santa looked down in the cool wintry air

At a town full of promise – good people to spare.

He noticed the traders, the schools and the crafters.

He noticed the churches, the clubs and the grafters.

The cafes, the markets, the young full of cheer

And hundreds unmentioned who just volunteer.

He handed out presents to empty his sled

Then unbridled the reindeer and put them to bed.

He smiled to himself as he thought what he’d seen

Then said “Merry Christmas, here’s to 2013”.

About justaukcook

/kʊk/ Not a chef, not an epicure, not a foodie. Just one who likes to prepare food – What really happens in the kitchen and on the high street is what I write about. Follow me on Twitter @Justaukcook and on
This entry was posted in Articles and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to An Ashbourne Christmas poem

  1. Pingback: When Lewis Rose To The Christmas Challenge | An Ashbourne Voice

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s