Pohutukawa aka the New Zealand Christmas tree
The presents are bought and wrapped.
The first pavlova is in the oven - one to go.
All that is left for me to do is get out my good cutlery to take
to youngest daughter on Christmas day.
Plus the serving dishes.
Oh, and make a salad, I'd better not forget.
Eldest grandson is here on holiday and is making
a gingerbread house. The little boys will love that.
Then we're good to go.
Pohutukawa flower
I want to share a poem with you,
written by Dawn McLean
Son of Joe
Once in a manger long ago,
There was a man and his name was Joe.
His wife was with him there that night,
Mary her name, a pure delight.
She bore for him a child so famed
That everyone still recalls his name.
Jesus was the name they said
As they lay him down in his manger bed.
And the kings they came to see that night
And the shepherds too, by the star so bright.
Rejoice! Rejoice!
The angels sang,
For hope is born again for man.
So when you're feeling sad and low,
Remember Mary and the man called Joe.
But remember most of all this day,
The child that in the manger lay.
Merry Christmas to you all.
