CHRISTMAS TOYS

 

BLACKIE

 

Blackie was lonely and lost and cold,

out in the woods in the dark;

the wind in the trees was making a noise

that made him afraid to bark;

 

So he set off to find somewhere warmer and safe -

up to his tummy in mud,

he crept though the grass past the cows as they lay

sleepily chewing the cud.

 

A fox trotted by looking for his next meal,

and gave him a terrible fright,

the owls and the bats were out hunting as well –

he was scared on his own in the night.

 

Then down from the sky swooped a sleigh full of toys,

and a white-bearded man dressed in red,

who picked Blackie up, and the next thing he knew

he was snuggled with Debs in her bed!

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My daughter Debs still has Blackie, which I made for her Christmas present 50 years ago. Blackie is a bit squashed now - being slept on for 50 years will do that to a dog - but she wouldn't part with him.

My children owned innumerable soft toys, and some remained favourites long after their childhood. I wrote some light-hearted poems about them, included some of my grandchildren's toys, added drawings, and the result was this book, which you can buy from Amazon. Add a pack of colouring pencils to make a gift for a child!

Amazon.co.uk : stripey cat