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Song For Today: 31st December 2019

31/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to all our family and Facebook friends across the world and everyone on God’s planet, and not forgetting anyone who celebrates a birthday on the Eve of New Year.

My song today is ‘Auld Lang Syne’ (The New Year's Anthem). It is a re-write of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ by Scottish poet and lyricist Robert Burns. The song was first written in 1788 and published in ‘James Johnson’s Scots Musical Museum in 1796. No New Year’s Eve can pass without the singing of and group dancing to this seasonal song.

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Sheila and I wish you all a Happy New Year from the bottom of our hearts. May 2020 bring you as much health, hope and happiness as is possible. Never allow yourselves to stray too far from honesty or humanity. Stray not from the sacred heart of Christ’s eternal love, or forget the compassion of St. Francis for the protection of all animal life that surrounds us, or the sheer love of this green earth and the blue planet as exuded by Sir David Attenborough.

The New Year allows us the opportunities to stop doing some old things and to start doing new things. Let 2020 be a time to get excited about the future. The past won’t mind if you leave it behind; it will always follow your shadow. But in your year of measured change, don’t forget, as you are creating a new you, that there’s a whole lot about the old you that’s well worth keeping! This is a time of year to ring out the false in us and bring back in the truth; a time to be at war with one’s own vices and at peace with one’s family, friends and neighbours.

We should start all New Years as a decent person and end it as a better one. Let us become more circumspect in our own character and dealings with others, as the first step towards positive change and getting somewhere new, is deciding that you are not prepared to stay where you currently are. Remember that nobody is ever too old to learn, nor is it ever too late in one's life to change for the better. One is never too old to dream a new dream or not to have learned enough in life to resolve an old one. No one misses forever, the opportunity to be what you might have been, what you were meant to be or shall become! We are the authors of our own destinies and the masters of our own fate; we are the pen and compass who decides how the story ends and in what circumstances.

Sheila and I pray that we all grow to possess the strength and determination to stay true to oneself and faithful and just to all that is good and wholesome in this world. Give us the character to exercise the requisite amount of compassion to love the least likable among us and grant us the forbearance and forgiveness to replenish one’s well of love daily, and never be too hard on self and others. Endow each of us with the wisdom to know when we have hurt or wronged another, and to be big enough to apologise for our trespass and trampling on their tender feelings.

I enter 2020 with the certain knowledge that I will require another operation to remove cancer that has spread to my neck. This operation will probably be followed by more courses of radiotherapy. Hopefully, health service pressures at this time of year will enable me to be operated on successfully before the arrival of next spring. That will make six operations to remove cancer (and replace a dislocated shoulder) under a full anesthetic that I have received over the past twelve months, plus twenty sessions of radiotherapy. I am blessed, however, in my belief that my time to leave you and my loved ones is not in the coming New Year.

It is planned that I am to be operated on by two consultant surgeons; one of whom is supposed to be one of the best neck surgeons in the country. I have been truly blessed to have received the finest of medical care and attention since I first developed a terminal blood cancer in early 2013, followed by cancerous warts in my bottom and skin cancer in my nose, forehead, and recently neck. I wish any other person with an illness of mind or body to resolve to see today through and tomorrow dawn.

I am eternally blessed, however, by being married to the kindest and most unselfish woman any husband could ever hope to marry. Sheila’s true beauty lies not in her perfect facial-bone construction and stunning figure and looks, but in the goodwill of her mind, the warmth of her heart and the compassion of her soul.

I enter 2020 with my favourite New Year quotation that reminds each of us that to continue to fit in with the newness of each day and the fast-changing world around us, we also have to be prepared to change with events of the time and the experience of the moment, if we wish to remain true to oneself:
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” T.S. Eliot.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 30th December 2019

30/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas carol today to my Facebook friend, Ruth Cole, who lives in Brighouse, West Yorkshire. Ruth celebrates her birthday today. Have a smashing day, Ruth and may it be filled with love, happiness, and good cheer. Thank you for being my Facebook friend.

Today’s Christmas carol is ‘Oh Christmas Tree’. The original title of this carol was the German one of ‘O Tannenbau.’ (German for ‘O Fir Tree’ or ‘O Christmas Tree’). Based on a traditional folk song, it became associated with the traditional Christmas tree by the early 20th century and sung as a Christmas carol.

The modern lyrics were written in 1824, by the Leipzig organist, teacher, and composer Ernst Anschutz. A Tannenbaum is a fir tree. The lyrics do not actually refer to Christmas or describe a decorated Christmas tree. Instead, they refer to the fir's evergreen quality as a symbol of constancy and faithfulness.

Anschütz based his text on a 16th-century Silesian folk song by Melchior Franck, ‘Ach Tannenbaum’. In 1819, August Zarnack wrote a tragic love song inspired by this folk song, taking the evergreen, ‘faithful’ fir tree as contrasting with a faithless lover. The folk song first became associated with Christmas with Anschütz, who added two verses of his own to the first, traditional verse. The custom of the Christmas tree developed in the course of the 19th century and the song came to be seen as a Christmas carol and has been associated with Christmas ever since.

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Having been born the oldest of seven children to Irish parents who migrated to West Yorkshire for a better life in the mid-1940s with their first three children, I was brought up living a life of ‘live and make do’ until I started working in a local mill at the age of 15 years.

Every working-class household in the 1940s and 1950s would eat food from their table this week which the family grocer never received payment for until our father received his wages, next week. Not surprisingly, struggling to survive from day to day supplying food for the family table, clothes for the children’s backs, and second-hand shoes for their feet were the norm. Having real Christmas trees in one’s home at Christmas time only happened in the homes of mill owners, professional people, and the better off, as well as in book illustrations of the decorative mansions of aristocrats during the month of December.

I recall the very first time I ever smelled the magnificent pine aroma of a real fir tree. It was the home of a solicitor down Moorside as one travels to Cleckheaton from the Pack Horse. Moorside was the area where all the doctors, solicitors and mill owners lived with their families. It was the area where I chose to carol sing during the month of December. I would carol sing to help mum out with our Christmas expenses and to buy a few presents for my younger siblings.

In those days, carol singers were not ‘begrudgingly tolerated’ as they tend to be today. No! They were a welcome house visitor, especially to the home of a wealthier person. Carol singers from working-class estates probably reminded the rich house owner of the difference in social status between the host and seasonal singing visitor. Carol singers were welcomed by their ‘betters’ in the 1950s and were rarely kept in the cold outside while the host listened inside. I was often invited inside the house to sing and carol singers were usually offered a mince pie or some other Christmas fare to eat as well as been given a money token. A good carol-singing house would give a minimum of a silver sixpenny piece, and if one was very lucky, one might even receive a silver shilling.

Mum always brought out our tree during the first week of December. The tree wasn’t tall enough to stand on the ground as it was neither heavy enough to maintain balance nor hearty enough on the floor not to be knocked over. Mum's tree was about one foot high, so we stood it on the top of the sideboard.

We had that tree all of the years I lived at my parent’s house before I went to live in Canada at the age of 21. When I married and managed to get a good job that provided a comfortable lifestyle, I swore then that I’d always have a Christmas tree in my house, that would be too small to fit snugly in our window. I was determined that my tree would smell like a proper tree should smell because it would be a real Christmas tree!

If only I could have my dear mum back for one more Christmas, along with our one-foot-tall Christmas tree, my Chrismas would be complete!

Each year, the starting gun for Christmas is never fired until I have been to the Garden Centre, bought a six-foot tree, erected it and adorned it with seasonal baubles and its own fairy lights, and topped off with an angel on its spire. Until all this has been done, Christmas has not begun.

My wife, Sheila, likes to see our Christmas tree in its full adornment but not as much as I do, to have one erected each Christmas when I am no longer here. I feel reasonably sure that when I'm gone, she might not bother. Fearing such to be the case, I went out a few years ago and bought a beautiful pine tree that is planted in pride of place in our allotment. This is ‘our tree’ and even has its own special name which one might give a special friend. I even told Sheila that if she fertilises ‘Tree’ with my ashes, it will grow even more splendid year-upon-year.

The year we bought our Christmas tree for the allotment, Sheila and I watched a film on television with the one-word title of ‘Tree’. The film was about a Christmas tree that had mysteriously grown after a person had died, although nobody had ever planted one there. The tree was now two hundred years old and held special powers. In the film, the specimen was never called anything else but ‘Tree’.

Sheila knows to spread a few of my ashes beneath our ‘Tree’ after I am gone and I have made advanced arrangements with my allotment buddy, Brian, to ensure that every year thereafter, Sheila puts a bauble on ‘Tree’ during the month of December in fond memory of both her Maker and her Master’s birth and life on Earth.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year xx
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 29th December 2019

29/12/2019

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I jointly dedicate my Christmas song today to four people who have been very important in my life as an author from West Yorkshire. They are Dave Bradbury from Shepley in Huddersfield, Robert Nixon from Denby Dale in Huddersfield, Joel Stephen Breeze and the late Mary Jackson from Dewsbury in West Yorkshire.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘Don’t They Know It’s Christmas?’ This song was written in 1984 by Bob Geldof and Midge Ure in reaction to television reports of the 1983-1985 famine in Ethiopia. It was first recorded in a single day on 25 November 1984 by ‘Band-Aid’; a group of famous artists put together by Geldof and Ure and consisting mainly of the biggest British and Irish musical acts at the time.

The single was released in the United Kingdom on the 3rd December 1984 and aided by considerable publicity it entered the ‘UK Singles Chart’ at Number 1 and stayed there for five weeks, becoming the ‘Christmas Number One of 1984’. The record became the fastest-selling single in UK chart history, selling a million copies in the first week alone and passing three million sales on the last day of 1984. It held this title until 1997 when it was overtaken by Elton John’s ‘Candle in the Wind’ of 1997, released in tribute to Diana, Princess of Wales, following her death. The original version of ‘Do They Know It's Christmas? The song was also a major success around the world, reaching Number 1 in thirteen other countries outside the UK.

‘Do They Know It's Christmas?’ was re-recorded three times: in 1989, 2004 AND 2014. All the re-recordings were also charity records; the 1989 and 2004 versions also provided money for famine relief, while the 2014 version was used to raise funds for the Ebola crisis in West Africa. All three of these versions also reached Number 1 in the UK, with the 1989 and 2004 versions also becoming the Christmas Number 1s for their respective years. The 2004 version of the song was also a UK million-seller, with around two million records sold.
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Whom among us could ever forget those iconic images of death and destruction that emerged from BBC Television Presenter Michal Buerk’s series of reports that highlighted the famine in Ethiopia in 1984. One would have had to be inhuman not to have been emotionally rocked by the images of hunger and death on our television screens. This image shall remain forever embedded in my mind’s eye as will the image of mass compassion across the world as the ‘Live Aid’ benefit concert’ of 13th July 1985 was simultaneously screened across the globe from the Wembly Stadium in London as well as John F. Kennedy in Philadelphia. On the same day concerts inspired by the initiative happened in other countries, such as the Soviet Union, Canada, Japan, Yugoslavia, Austria, Australia and West Germany. It was one of the largest-scale satellite link-ups and television broadcasts of all time; an estimated audience of 1.9 billion, across 150 nations, watched the live broadcast, nearly 40% of the world population.

This year, please don’t forget it is Christmas and especially, the true meaning and message of Christmas, ‘To love our God and our neighbour as ourselves’. Let 2020 be a year when we give the best of our talents to the world.

The four people to whom I jointly dedicate my Christmas song today essentially made it possible for me to get my books published and make them highly popular when I initially started as a children’s author way back in 1989/90.

I wanted to write books that dealt with situations and emotions that young children find extremely difficult to cope with in their lives, like separation, bereavement, loss, bullying, homelessness, racism, sexism and all manner of discrimination. Therefore, I needed to keep control of the content of my own material. I also wanted my books to raise money for charitable causes in perpetuity from their sales, so I had to become my own publisher for my own works at a time when such options were not available to budding new authors as they are today. For me to achieve the quality of books I wanted to sell in every Yorkshire School, I had to make them cheap enough to buy and also present them in the highest quality of format and illustrative presentation possible. I wanted high-quality books at a low cost.

In order to produce the highest quality of book at the cheapest possible price, that helped to inform, educate and entertain my child readers, of which every penny of profit from their sales would go to charitable causes in perpetuity, I needed a captured market for sales. So, I gave Yorkshire schoolteachers subjects that were considered highly appropriate to make their pupils aware of and which could be fruitfully used in ongoing class discussion. I also needed to sell the books to schools at a price they could afford during cash-strapped times, so I contained the profit on every book sold to £1 maximum (200,000 books sold within Yorkshire Schools between 1990-2002 that raised £200,000 profits for charity).

I also required to establish a system whereby the schools, after endorsing the quality and substance of my work, would be prepared to pre-order books one year before they were published and thereby make all my first publications sought by making them ‘limited-editions’. By making my books ‘exclusive’ to be sold in Yorkshire schools only, ‘and in limited editions’, I was able to create a demand for them that was greater than my supply of them. I could have sold ten times more copies of any book I wrote between 1990-2002 had I wanted to, but that would have eaten into my available time to publish many books of ‘limited edition’ upon the many many themes I wished to cover. It was never as important for me how many books I sold as how many important themes I could make children aware of and help them to cope better with.

By 2002 I had written and had published three/four dozen books. I co-opted over a hundred people in my locality to voluntarily help me to promote the ‘awareness events’ I put on weekly in conjunction with arranging for hundreds of national and international stars, celebrities, politicians and famous people to come into Yorkshire school assemblies and read my books to the assembled schoolchildren.

Between 1990-2002, over 800 famous national and international names read from my books in over 2000 Yorkshire school assemblies. Naturally, the daily presence in Yorkshire schools of famous film stars and famous names from royalty, stage, screen, theatre, sport, art who endorsed my work, provide me with £1 million of free publicity and over 2000 press articles about me and my work. The more well-known I became in Yorkshire as ‘a friend to the stars’ (as the Yorkshire Post once described me in an interview), the more popular I became, and the more demand was made for my work.

I knew that I had achieved what I wanted to in order to keep all the cogs in my elaborate machine of volunteers working when the late Princess Diana contacted me and requested I send her two books to read to her young sons at their bedtime, and then President Mandela phoned me up at my home to say that he’d read three of my African stories that he enjoyed. When the late Chief School Inspector of Ofsted, Chris Woodhead, (responsible for the educational standards for all British children, read a book of mine in a West Yorkshire school and then told the Guardian newspaper in an interview he gave them that my writing was ‘of high-quality literature’, I knew the standard to be good enough for the educational establishment.

None of the above would have been possible had I not had the ongoing support of hundreds of people who gave their time and resources free of charge. This included two printing works who did my books of high quality and all at nil profit.

Chief among these people who made it possible for these things to happen were West Yorkshire artists who believed in what I was doing that they illustrated my book covers and the inside of many books for the cost of their materials only. Getting a cover Illustration done to my satisfaction was not an easy task for them as I have the highest of standards. Mary Jackson, for instance, painted me illustrations for two books with the aid of a magnification glass when she was going blind during the last two years of her life that she devoted entirely to this work.

These four people made my work possible and the books I wrote and had published highly presentable. Whatever monies the books made in the past and will continue to make for charitable causes in the future (any book profit today is used to give free books away to schools, churches, and other organizations), they are as responsible for having achieved every bit as much as me.

The generosity of these ‘Four Musketeers’ in helping to produce my publications also enabled me to canvas for Lottery Funds in later years, with which I wrote, produced and supplied a musical play that can be downloaded from my website free of charge globally. I was also able to include on my extensive website www.fordefables.co.uk audiobooks of some of my more popular children’s stories for children to listen to. This enables blind people or anyone who cannot read to hear some of my stories professionally read (some stories read by famous names).

To my Four Musketeers, Dave Bradbury, Robert Nixon, Joel Stephen Breeze, and the late Mary Jackson, I gladly dedicate my Christmas song today. God bless you all and all your families to have such good people as yourselves in them. Thank you for all your past help for which I and over 200,000 Yorkshire children are eternally grateful, as well as every charitable cause that benefited from these publications. Thank you all for being an important part of my life.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 28th December 2019

28/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas carol today to my Facebook friend from Brisbane, Queensland in Australia, Maria Sheedy. Thank you for being my Facebook friend, Maria and have a nice day.

Today’s Christmas carol is ‘The First Noel’. This a traditional classical English carol that is most likely from the early modern period, although possibly earlier. ’Noel’ is an early-modern English synonym of ‘Christmas’.

‘The First Noel’ is of Cornish origin. Its current form was first published in ‘Carols Ancient and Modern’ (1823) and ‘Gilbert and Sandy’s Carrols’ (1833), both of which were edited by William Sandys and arranged, edited and with extra lyrics written by Davies Gilbert for ‘ Hymns and Carols of God’.

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Whenever I think about the title of this hymn, ‘The First Noel’ meaning ‘The First Christmas’, I instantly start to imagine what it must have been like to have been there ‘at the start’, so to speak.

For any Christian to be faced with the omnipotence and face-to-face presence of God after having lived a good and wholesome life would naturally leave them in complete awe. But to see an infant born in the poorest of circumstances, and whose parents had travelled from another place might not receive the same response. And yet, although ‘The Nativity’ first took place in a stable in the town of Bethlehem over 2000 years ago, never one day passes when the scene isn’t re-enacted somewhere else in the world as migrants travel from land to land with a child in their arms and hope in their hearts, only to find that there is no place at the inn for them.

However little material wealth we may consider ourselves to have, we usually have much more than we need to get by. This Christmas time, please spare a prayer and a dime for all those poorer people of society, especially those who are visitors to a strange land. We may not speak the same mother tongue but there is only one language God understands, that language which all people who behave Christian-like should know by heart; the language of peace, love, compassion, and understanding.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. xx

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 27th December 2019

27/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to all people who will be home alone this Christmas missing the presence of a loved one who cannot be with them. I particularly have in mind, have all those friends and contacts who are bereaved with the loss of their spouse or partner who either died recently or in the near past.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘Blue Christmas’. This a Christmas song that was written by Billy Hayes and Jay W. Johnson and most famously performed by Elvis Presley. It is a tale of unrequited love during the holidays and is a longstanding staple of Christmas music, especially in the country genre.

The song was first recorded by Doye O'Dell in 1948 and was popularized the following year in three separate recordings: one by country artist Ernest Tubb, one by musical conductor and arranger Hugo Winterhalter and his orchestra and chorus, and one by bandleader Russ Morgan and his orchestra. All three hovered in the top ten ratings of the time.

Also in 1950, crooner Billy Eckstine recorded his rendition, backed by the orchestra of Russ Case, with these shortened lyrics in a variation close to what is now the common standard for this song; the orchestral backing of this recording has often been wrongly accredited to Winterhalter. But it was Elvis Presley who cemented the status of ‘Blue Christmas’ as a rock-and-roll seasonal classic. This single was also a hit in the United Kingdom, reaching Number 11 on the ‘British Singles Chart’ during the week of 26 December 1964.
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There will be many a lonely heart this Christmas; many a tear spilled when one thinks about the past happy Christmases one spent with their partner before death took them away from you. I dedicate my song today to all those people who will be ‘home alone’ this Christmas missing the presence of a loved one who cannot be with them. I particularly have in mind, have all those friends and contacts who are bereaved with the loss of their spouse or partner who either died recently or in the not-too-distant past. They may indeed have other family members around them, but the simple fact is 'when one’s partner is dead and is no longer with you, Christmas always seems farther away'.

I will never forget a dear friend of mine who died many years ago, Mary Milner. She and her husband had always been the closest and most loving of companions throughout their lengthy marriage. When Mary’s husband died, her life significantly altered. Mary had a son who lived down south, and who kept in touch as often as his own employment and family commitments allowed him.

I lived a few doors away and would tidy Mary’s garden weekly. Never a day would be allowed to pass without me taking my children, young William and Rebecca to see Mrs Milner daily and check that she was okay. She loved seeing the children and would always have a sweet to give them to suck upon.

Mary had one close friend whom she’d known and had remained in frequent contact since their teenage years, called Etta Denton (who was to become the closest of friends to me during the last ten years of her life and effectively became my mother substitute after my own mother died).

Although Etta was older than Mary, the older woman was more mobile and would allocate one afternoon weekly when she would visit Mary in her bungalow, a quarter of a mile away. Etta would always have a home-made pie or another food present for her friend. Mary and Etta had known each other so long, there wasn’t anything one didn’t know about the other. They had held each other’s secrets of a lifetime and spoke candidly about anything and everything with each other during Etta’s visits.

Etta never married and had devoted her life to keeping house for her bed-ridden mother, a strict father and an older brother, who also never married. When Etta made her weekly visits to see her friend, Mary, she would always notice if any item was out of place from her previous visit.

Mary was obsessional in everything in her house having their place and never moving them one inch either way ‘out of place’. She used to instruct her cleaner that all objects could be dusted but not lifted or moved. This obsession with every household item remaining untouched was so pronounced in Mary’s behaviour pattern, that had the objects never been dusted down and allowed to eventually house spiders' webs, Dicken’s character, Miss Haversham, from the novel ‘Great Expectations’ would have been Mary's best friend also.

There was one exception to this rule of ‘no movement of objects’ and that was during the twelve days of Christmas. During this festive time of the year when Etta called to see her friend, Etta would notice that the framed photograph of Mary’s deceased husband that lived on the mantlepiece (up against the wall) all year long on a six-inch-wide mantle surface, would have been moved one inch closer towards Mary’s fireside chair. Although the photograph could only physically be moved one inch forward without falling off the mantelpiece, bringing it nearer to Mary and her favourite fireside armchair, would make Mary feel closer to her dead husband at Christmastime. After the twelve days of Christmas were over, and January 6th arrived, the framed photograph of her deceased husband would be moved back one inch where it remained positioned against the mantelpiece wall until the following Christmas.

Once, when I was talking to Etta about Mary’s husband, Etta said that her friend had told her after she had married him that ‘she had been blessed to have married such a good man and that it felt that Christmas was always here when she was near him’.

That statement is so true for many bereaved people and ‘when your lifelong partner and soulmate is no longer with you, it is not unusual if Christmas seems farther away’. So, take a leaf out of the late Mary Milner’s book and wherever you position their photograph in your house, move it an inch closer to you this Christmas.
Love and peace to all this Christmas from Bill and Sheila xxx
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Song For Today: 26th December 2019

26/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas song today to my Facebook friends, Helen Chambers from Doncaster and Lynn Greenwood from Wilsden, West Yorkshire. Both ladies are celebrating their birthday today. Have a super birthday and leave room for some birthday cake and suitable refreshments. Love Bill x

Today’s Christmas song is one that Elvis Presley sang, ‘Santa Clause is Back in Town’. This Christmas song was written in 1957 by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. It was first recorded that year by Elvis Presley as the opening track on ‘Elvis’ Christmas Album’. This was to become the best-selling Christmas/ holiday album of all time in the U.S.A. The song has become a rock-and-roll Christmas standard.

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There is no snow today in West Yorkshire unless it’s hiding away up in the Pennines or somewhere up in Scotland. Santa Clause was back in town for me and Sheila yesterday, along with my daughter Rebecca who is staying for four days before heading off down south to see her mum.

With me being 77 years old now and Sheila at 63, and knocking on the ‘old age pensioner’s door’, we have both grown quite sensible when choosing gifts for each other. One tends to need fewer things as one gets older and we usually fall back on buying some clothes for the other. Where we have changed in our Christmas shopping practice is that we usually select each other’s main Christmas present while out shopping together. That way, we always buy each other what we want and most need, and in the correct size. Naturally, we wrap up the gifts and place them under the Christmas tree for the obligatory unwrapping ceremony on Christmas Day (We do this as much for Rebecca as for ourselves). We do always get an extra present for each other that the other doesn’t know about.

If there is one thing in life that represents the stage of development when a child starts to lose their innocence, it is when they stop believing in Santa Clause because they believe that their parents have been conning them all along. Well let me tell all of you, adults as well as children, Santa Clause does exist and always has. Santa is ‘the spirit of Christmas’ and he comes in all shapes and form. Santa can be a parent, a spouse, a partner, a family member, a friend, a neighbour or a stranger whom you pass in the street. He can even be a beggar who makes you feel better when you drop a £1 coin into his empty cup. Santa is sometimes present in the non-human shape of a pet or Santa can even be embodied in the shape of a woman who does something for you that makes you feel good at Christmas time.

Santa first comes to each child as a jolly rotund man with a white beard and carrying a sack of goodies as he travels the skies in a sleigh pulled by reindeers. As we get older, Santa begins to take on a different shape and manner of appearance at Christmas time, but Santa always gives us something we want, and which makes us feel better. Sometimes it is a present or some item we need but whatever Santa gives us makes us feel better for the having of it, whether it is a tangible gift-wrapped present, money, food, clothes, shelter, conversation, commiseration, consolation, friendship, good advice or even as Scrooge discovered, the confrontation with his past, presence and future, and thereby the spur and encouragement to change one’s life for the better. In many ways, it would not be remiss to view one’s God as Santa who is ever-present in our lives and who gives us the best present one can ever receive, not just on Christmas Day but on every day of the year; love.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 25th December 2019

25/12/2019

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Today I sing two songs in celebration of Christmas Day. The first is a song that was made famous by country and western singer Trisha Yearwood called, ‘It wasn’t His Child’. This beautiful song tells the story of the Nativity from the point of view of Joseph bringing up a child that wasn’t his. My second Christmas song is one that no Christmas should ever be without and which Bing Crosby immortalised in the film of the same name, ‘White Christmas’.

I jointly dedicate my Christmas songs today to two people who celebrate their birthday on this most sacred day of the year that celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ also. Our two birthday celebrants are Chris Cuddihy and Rose Predeep. Chris was born in the same Irish village as me and lives in County Waterford, Ireland. Rose was born in Bangalore, India.

Sheila and I wish all our Facebook friends a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. May your seasonal break be one of good cheer and celebration for all the good things in your life that we too often take for granted. I refer to important things such as, one’s beliefs, family, friends, good neighbours and not forgetting health, hope and happiness.

Please give a thought to all those people who lost their partners and who find Christmas time difficult to cope with without their soul mate. Christmas always seems farther away when your soul mate is no longer with you. Give thanks for the good times you had together and good memories will stay at the forefront of your mind this Christmas.

I would also ask that you keep Sheriann Kirby in your thoughts and prayers this Christmas, along with my brother-in-law, Richard Lumb. Sheriann is going through a great deal of pain with her illness. May this Christmas bring you some respite, Sheriann, and allow you and your husband, Nick, as pleasurable a Christmas as possible. Richard has to remain in the hospital for a number of tests during the whole month of January 2020, so he is being allowed home for seven hours today before returning to his hospital bed at 7:00 pm this evening. Sheila, me and my daughter, Rebecca will visit him this afternoon at my sister Mary’s house.

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One of my earliest childhood set of words that I committed to memory was one of my mother’s sayings that she frequently reminded her seven children. She would say, “Never forget, Billy, it is nice to be important, but it is far more important to be nice!”

Too many of us busy and concern ourselves with establishing an image and position of importance in our world. In our pursuit of admiration and approval as an individual, we tend to forget about being a nice person and instead promote our importance in the eyes of society. The garment I have always found the most uncomfortable to wear is the coat of modesty, as it has no pocket in it where I can store my pride. All the pockets in ‘the coat of modesty’ are filled with what really matters about a person and what really constitutes the building blocks of good character; honesty, love, compassion, forgiveness, charity, belief and being a good neighbour.

This Christmas, please be the good people you were always meant to be and intrinsically are; not forgetting to be nice to oneself as well as being nice to others. Be not too hard on oneself or others when we do not come up to scratch, and remember, it is impossible to be able to truly forgive others for any past wrongs they have done you until you are also able to forgive yourself for past misgivings to others.

The greatest of all presents you will receive this Christmas is a reminder of the gift of Love that you have always possessed. This is the most priceless of all possessions, and the more you express it towards others, the more love and life reward you will receive in return. It is the best personal investment you will ever make. Happy Christmas everyone. Bill and Sheila xx
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Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 24th December 2019

24/12/2019

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I jointly dedicate my song today to two Facebook friends, each of whom celebrate their birthday today. Happy birthday to Christina Forde from Ballina, County Mayo, Ireland. Christina is the niece of my allotment friends Brian and V’ron.

Happy birthday to Teresa Bates from Corby also. May both birthday girls have the happiest of days and leave room for plenty of cake and suitable refreshments. What an absolutely wonderful day of the year to have one’s birthday on when the promise of a newborn star offers renewed hope and happiness for a more wholesome world.

Today’s Christmas carol is ‘Silent Night’. ‘Silent Night’ (German: "Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht") is a popular Christmas carol that was composed in 1818 by Franz Xaver Gruber to lyrics by Joseph Mohr in the small town of Oberndorf bei Salzbur, Austria. It was declared ‘an intangible cultural heritage’ by UNESCO in 2011. The song has been recorded by many singers across many music genres. The version sung by Bing Crosby in 1935 is the ‘fourth best-selling single of all-time’.

The song was first performed on Christmas Eve of 1818 at St Nicholas parish church in Obernof, a village in the Austrian Empire on the Salzach River in present-day Austria. A young priest, Father Joseph Mohr, had come to Oberndorf the year before. He had written the lyrics of the song "Stille Nacht" in 1816 at Mariapfarr, the hometown of his father in the Salzburg Lungau region, where Joseph had worked as a co-adjutor.

Before Christmas Eve, Mohr brought the words to Gruber and asked him to compose a melody and guitar accompaniment for the Christmas Eve mass, after river flooding had damaged the church organ. The church was eventually destroyed by repeated flooding and replaced with the ‘Silent-Night-Chapel’. It is unknown what inspired Mohr to write the lyrics, or what prompted him to create a new carol. Over the years, because the original manuscript had been lost, Mohr's name was forgotten and although Gruber was known to be the composer, many people assumed the melody was composed by a famous composer, and it was variously attributed to Haydn, Mozart, or Beethoven. However, a manuscript was discovered in 1995 in Mohr's handwriting and dated by researchers as c. 1820. It states that Mohr wrote the words in 1816 when he was assigned to a pilgrim church in Mariapfarr, Austria, and shows that the music was composed by Gruber in 1818. This is the earliest manuscript that exists and the only one in Mohr's handwriting. The first edition was published by Friese (de) in 1833 in a collection of ‘Four Genuine Tyrolean Songs’.

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While the world was at war during 1914-1917, eventual peace was something that was never far from the thoughts of all soldiers on the battlefields, whether they be English, French or German soldiers. And it took thoughts of Christmas away from home to bring the notion of peace back into the minds of these combatants.

The ‘First World War’ was a global war originating in Europe and which lasted from 28 July 1914 to 11 November 1918. Yet, mere months after its commencement, there was a series of widespread ‘unofficial’ ceasefires along the Western Front around Christmas 1914. Hostilities had lulled as leadership on both sides reconsidered their strategies following the stalemate which resulted from the indecisive result of the ‘First Battle of Ypres’.

In the week leading up to the 25th December 1914, French, German and British soldiers crossed trenches to exchange seasonal greetings and to talk to each other. In some areas, men from both sides ventured into ‘No Man’s Land’ on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to mingle and exchange food and souvenirs. There were joint burial ceremonies and prisoner swaps, while several meetings ended in carol-singing. Men played games of football with one another, creating one of the most memorable images of the truce. But no soldier from either camp who took part in this unconventional truce will ever forget ‘Silent Night’ being sung in both German and English during that Christmas-Eve truce of 1914.

Christmas truces were particularly significant due to the number of men involved and the level of their participation. Even in very peaceful sectors, dozens of men openly congregating in daylight was remarkable, and are often seen as a symbolic moment of peace and humanity amidst one of the most violent events of human history.

There are three things that tell me when Christmas has truly begun. First is the erection of the family Christmas Tree, second is the singing of ‘Silent Night’ at the high spot of the Midnight Mass and third is seeing the faces of little children light up in sheer pleasure and surprise on Christmas morning as they eagerly unwrap their presents beneath the family Christmas tree.

I know that not all families are fortunate to have such memories in their family scrap albums, and I deeply feel for them in this respect. I thank my Maker though that these three memories have remained with me ever since my adult years of getting married and parenting children. Since I found lasting love with my wife and soul mate, Sheila, the spiritual dimension of Christmas became ever brighter in both the heavens and our home.

Sheila and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 23 December 2019

23/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas song today to Sue Lofthouse who is celebrating her birthday today. Have a nice day, Sue, and leave some room for lots of cake and suitable refreshments.

Today’s song is ‘Driving Home for Christmas’. This is a Christmas song written and composed by English singer-songwriter Chris Rea. It was originally released as one of two new songs on Rea's first compilation album ‘New Light Through Old Windows’ in October 1988, and issued as the fourth single from the album in December 1988, where it peaked at Number 53 in the ‘UK Singles Chart’ as part of The Christmas EP.

Despite its original modest chart placement, the song has made a reappearance in the top 40 every year since 2007 when it peaked at Number 33 and is featured among the Top 10 Christmas singles. It reached a new peak of Number 11 in 2018. In a UK-wide poll in December 2012, it was voted twelfth on the ITV Television special ‘The Nation’s Favourite Christmas Song’.

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This song has been a favourite of mine ever since I first heard it around 1990. In fact, there are a number of important indicators that tell me annually when Christmas Day draws closer. One sees an increase in the footfall at shopping centres as hundreds of people pass you armed with shopping bags, stuffed to the brim with presents for their friends and loved ones; some of which will never be used and others that will be returned and exchanged before the New Year Day sales start. The roads seem to get fuller with slow-moving traffic and despite it being a season of goodwill, more horns get honked by impatient motorists who curse the queue of ‘bad drivers’ they seem to be in.

I don’t know about you, but when you pull up alongside another car at the traffic lights, do you automatically look across at the other motorist and start a mad minute’s personal assessment based only on what your eyes see. It must be the writer’s imagination at play inside me, but I do. I usually begin to guess what they’re about this Christmas season. Are they headed for some secret rendezvous with their lover, and squeezing in seeing the person they’ve been having a clandestine affair with for the past two years, and who is pressing them to leave their spouse and family? Have they just been to the hospital and learned that they have just been diagnosed with malignant cancer, or are now cancer clear? Are they a mass murderer who has killed ten victims over the past twenty years and has remained undetected and is motoring to a quiet country spot where they can dump the body of their latest victim,m who lies dead in the boot of their car?

By the time the traffic lights change, I have usually concluded my summation. It will be invariably determined by the nature of the look their face carries when they stare back across at me or don’t. If their face carries a look of impatience, then they cannot wait to see their secret lover. If the look harbours anger or revenge, they have probably just been dumped or handed their divorce papers by their cheating partner and father of their four children. If their face appears to be in a state of temporary squashed-nose revulsion, they have probably overeaten at the Christmas dinner outing with work colleagues and have just filled their car with the flatulent appreciation of too many Brussel sprouts. If the face of the other driver looks deadly serious, is bland and looks straight ahead in a glare of fixed determination, they are most probably a killer in the process of their wicked deed.

But if they are simply smiling and singing along with their car radio, they are obviously, ‘Driving Home for Christmas’.

Sheila and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 22nd December 2019

22/12/2019

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I jointly dedicate my song today to two very nice people; Carolina Wu, of Singapore and my brother-in-law, Richard Lumb, of Heckmondwike in West Yorkshire.

Today is Carolina’s birthday. Carolina is the same age as my wife, Sheila, and was one of Sheila’s classmates when they were being educated at the ‘Convent of The Holy Infant Jesus‘ in Singapore during the late ’60s and ’70s. Have a lovely birthday, Carolina, and we are so glad that you will be able to share it at home with your family. Bill and Sheila xx

I also dedicate my song today to my sister Mary’s partner, Richard Lumb. Richard, who is in his early 80’s, is presently a patient at Pinderfield’s Hospital. He has been in and out of the hospital several times this past year and is being kept in the hospital over the Christmas period while he continues to have some tests performed. Today’s song is ‘I’ll be home for Christmas’ and ironically concludes with the words, ‘if only in my dreams’. Get well soon, brother. We all miss you. Billy and Sheila xx

This Christmas song was written by the lyricist Kim Gannon and composer Walter Kent. It was recorded in 1943 by Bing Crosby who scored a top ten hit with the song. Originally written to honour soldiers overseas who longed to be home at Christmas time, ‘I'll Be Home for Christmas’ has since gone on to become a Christmas standard.

The song is sung from the point of view of a soldier stationed overseas during ‘World War 11’. The soldier is writing a letter to his family. In the message, he tells the family he will be coming home and to prepare the holiday for him, and requests snow, mistletoe, and presents on the tree. The song ends on a melancholy note, with the soldier saying, "I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams."

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There will be many people who would love to be home for Christmas, was it possible and circumstances did not prevent them. We still have serving soldiers abroad and there will be many hospital patients like our Richard who will spend time in hospital.

Several years ago, I took my wife and daughter out for their Christmas dinner. We had to abandon the meal and the day after, I was rushed into hospital. I’d already been diagnosed with a terminal blood cancer a few years earlier and had experienced nine months of chemotherapy. My cancer had transformed into a Lymphoma and I spent the following six weeks in the hospital, during which I almost died a few times. Unknown to either myself or my wife, a hospital medic had put a ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ instruction on me (which we only discovered a year later when I was in hospital undertaking another procedure and the nurse performing the procedure made a passing remark about it in my hospital file).

Although I did not think that I was dying with Lymphoma at the time, another six-month course of chemotherapy was commenced and had to be discontinued partway through because my body wasn’t strong enough to endure it. I will not forget laying awake throughout most of the night, being unable to sleep with the body pain and discomfort while the rest of the country was still enjoying the Christmas festivities.

Unfortunately, due to an outbreak of flu throughout Pinderfield’s Hospital at the moment, patient visiting is restricted and is time-limited. My sister Mary will bring Richard’s presents to the hospital on Christmas morning.

Being in the hospital for anyone with any debilitating condition isn’t very nice but being in hospital over the Christmas period sucks. Let’s hope that the doctors and medical staff can find out what is wrong with you, Richard, and get you back home to Mary where your heart is as soon as possible in the New Year. We all miss you and love you. Billy and Sheila x

As for all of you who are not confined to your hospital beds this Christmas, wherever possible spend some quality time with your family and loved ones. Sheila and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. xx
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 21st December 2019

21/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas song today to three Facebook friends, each of whom celebrates their birthday today. Happy birthday to Noel Walsh from Carrick-on Suir. Happy birthday to Gary Heming way from Leeds, and Happy birthday to Angela Orgoman from Dewsbury. Have a lovely day you two birthday boys and the birthday girl and leave a bit of room for lots of cake and suitable refreshments.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘My Favourite Time of Year’. This Christmas song was performed by ‘The Florin Street Band’ and was written and sung by British composer Lee Haggerwood in 2010. His aim was to create a song with strong melodies that would match the classics and bring back the Christmas magic that he felt had been missing from the UK charts for decades. Haggerwood was disappointed by the yearly non-festive songs released by ‘The X-Factor’ finalists, and the protests that ensued which seemed more concerned with spiting Simon Cowell than bringing back Christmas songs.

When writing the song, he recalled his own childhood in the early 1980s. ‘My Favourite Time of Year’ revolves around a catchy, carol-like melody which weaves up and down the piano scales. The song is piano-led with instrumentation that includes many traditional Christmas elements such as orchestral chimes, choral harmonies, and string lines. Leigh Haggerwood's vision for the song included a Victorian-themed band. After several years of pitching the concept to major labels, who wouldn't compete with ‘The X Factor’, he eventually decided to fund it himself using his personal savings.

He contacted his session musician friends and employed their services to record the song at Trevor Horn’s Sarm Studios in London, England. He also hired ‘The English Chamber Choir’ to perform the choral parts, and the song was recorded over seven days in August 2010. The large ensemble of musicians was collectively named ‘The Florin Street Band’ and many of the musicians that performed on the recording also appeared in the music video.

Owing to the lack of a major record company backing, it was initially very difficult to promote the song. Mainstream radio stations were resistant to airing the record because ‘it wasn't coming from a major label’ which is often a benchmark. However, the song and video gained minor prominence through social networking sites. Its initial release on 6 December 2010 peaked at Number 14 in the ‘UK Indie Breakers’ Chart’. The song has been supported by Jamie Oliver, with whom Haggerwood started a band named ‘Scarlet Division’ in 1988. It won the ‘UK Songwriting Contest’

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Because of this song not having been promoted by a big record label, it has only registered in my mind as being a super Christmas song since I started my daily singing practice. I’ve never sung it before this week but I’m so pleased that I found it to learn and sing to you.

The song title resonates with me completely, as Christmas has always been ‘my favourite time of year’ for so many reasons I have often written about. I have also written about the many kinds of people who wish that Christmas could come and go as quickly as possible as the season holds many sad memories for them.

Ever since Sheila and I have been together, I always assumed that she loved every bit of Christmas, just as much as I did. I was flabbergasted a few years ago when she replied to me along the lines that while she liked Christmas for its spiritual meaning and festive spirit that ‘Christmas means a lot of extra work for the woman than it does the man’. Sheila pointed out that no woman has as much time to ‘like Christmas’ as much as any man has! While I love my wife dearly, I was momentarily taken aback after concluding that I was in danger of taking Sheila for granted; especially where my family, as well as myself, was concerned. There was an irrational part of me that seemed to say, ‘just because I loved Christmas to the rooftops, so should everyone else!’

I was naturally aware of our differences in backgrounds and upbringing. Sheila was the oldest of two children born into a comfortable lifestyle with a barrister for a father and a solicitor for a mother. I was the firstborn of seven children to poor parents from a humble Irish background, who migrated to England with their first three children towards the end of the ‘Second World War’ for a more secure life. My father left school at the age of 12 years to work and aspired to never have more on his person than a £10 weekly wage packet (which he tipped up to my mother unopened) and the sweat of working as a miner on the coal face ten hours a day. I’d be willing to bet that Sheila’s mother never knew what her husband earned.

And yet, despite having a comfortable lifestyle bearing reared in Singapore largely, Sheila has never allowed money to control her or selfishness to determine her character and behaviour. Indeed, the very thing that initially attracted me to her was her total absence of selfishness. When I saw that in her, I knew I’d found a potential soul mate and marriage partner.

I am the oldest sibling of seven children of which I have five children, one sibling has four children and five siblings have three children each. Almost all my sibling’s children are parents themselves and when me and Sheila first got together, their usual family visits over Christmas to our house in Haworth (which we gladly welcomed and looked forward to) would invariably see dozens of family members and their children come to spread their Christmas cheer with us during the month of December. They would often be prone to turn up altogether.

While visiting us, with them having traditional Irish appetites and not being brought up to stand on ceremony in the homes of their siblings, (and with me being married to the best cook and most welcoming host in West Yorkshire), everything went off well and a good time was had by all. “Or was it?” I eventually asked myself after Sheila had expressed her views about Christmas being different for men than it is for the women who do all the work.

These sentiments being expressed by Sheila were spoken rationally and not angrily or begrudgingly. I had always known that I was the one who ‘must’ have a proper six-foot Christmas tree in our lounge and that, left to her own devices, any tree Sheila got would have been more modest in size or have even remained in the ground where it had grown from a sapling, instead of having been purchased, brought home, erected and enjoyed throughout Christmas every time I looked at it.

Initially, I was annoyed with myself for having taken Sheila for granted where the entertaining of my family’s visits were concerned. A little bit of me felt sad as soon as I started to appreciate that because we were the ones being fed and entertained and Sheila was the sole cook and bottle washer, that it was simply impossible that she could love and enjoy every little bit of ‘family Christmases’ as much as I did.

This thought led to an idea that would be the subject of another book to write in my romantic stories that are published under the umbrella category, ’Tales from Portlaw’.

As a part-joke with Sheila, after teasing her about ‘not liking Christmas as much as I did’, I wrote the book, ’The Woman Who Hated Christmas’. The story has nothing at all to do with Sheila; apart from her throwaway comment gave me the idea for another book.

Should any of you like to read this book over the Christmas break, ‘The Woman Who Hated Christmas’ can be purchased in e-mail format or hard copy from Amazon or www.smashwords.com. All profits from book sales go to charitable causes in perpetuity (over £200,000 in book-sale profits given to charitable causes between 1990 and 2002).

This offer is geared mostly towards the man of the house as you women will naturally be too tied up with cooking, ironing, washing up, cleaning, shopping and getting ready for the family’s ‘big day’ to curl up alongside the man of the house on the lounge sofa guzzling ale, and watching television. In fact, for many men, the most they’ll energise themselves with this Christmas while ‘the wife’ wraps up the presents, will be throwing peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth with a celebratory cheer.

Oh, and besides everything else the woman of the house does throughout these twelve days of Christmas, she has to do it dressed up to the nines and looking fetching for her hubby’s eyes, should he occasion to look her way and notice she is still there somewhere in the background, keeping the show/pantomime on the road.

As a nice Christmas present to all wives and mums, you are able to read my Christmas story FREE/NO COST by accessing http://www.fordefables.co.uk/the-woman-who-hated-christmas.html.

‘The Woman Who Hated Christmas’ is but one of over a dozen romantic stories/novels that can be read free of charge by accessing my website.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx


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Song For Today: 21st December 2019

21/12/2019

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SORRY SHANNON FROM GREAT UNCLE BILLY:
Everyone has oversight and I am no exception, Shannon. As the end of the year approaches, I am in the process of updating my address and birthday book, which I usually check every morning for family birthdays before I post my daily song. This morning I could not, and although I had sent my great-niece, Shannon Foster, a birthday card, I completely forgot to dedicate a song to her today on her 21st birthday. I apologise profusely for this oversight, Shannon, and hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive this old uncle of yours.

The years seem to have passed by so quickly, Shannon, and part of me still has this image of you as a young girl. I was amazed to see how much of a beautiful woman you have grown into, as shown on your Facebook page of November 22nd, 2019.

Like all women, there will be a part of you that is 'Crazy' and you are undoubtedly 'Beautiful', so my 21st birthday song for you today, Shannon is 'Beautiful Crazy'. Have a super birthday and leave room for lots of cake and a few glasses of wine.

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Song For Today: 20th December 2019

20/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to our family friend, Mags Smith from Oakworth. Mags works at ‘Worth Valley Police and Community Contact Point’ which is located in Haworth.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘I Wish it Could Be Christmas Every Day’. This Christmas song was released by British glam-rock band, ‘Wizzard’ in December 1973 and, as with most Wizzard songs, it was written and produced by the band's frontman Roy Wood, who was formerly of ‘The Move’ and a founding member of ELO. Despite the song's strong, long-lasting popularity, it has reached no higher than Number four on the ‘UK Single’s Chart’

As it was kept from number one by Slade's ‘Merry Christmas Everybody’, it was decided to re-release the single in 1981. It was found that the original tapes had been lost, so the song was re-recorded by the band and a new choir, from Kempsey Primary School in Worcester, was used. It is this version that has been used since. The single reached Number 41 on the ‘UK Singles Chart’ and was released again in 1984, this time with an additional extended 12-inch version, getting as far as Number 23. It has appeared in the British top 40 every Christmas since.

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Whoever you are and whatever your circumstances, it cannot be denied that during the Christmas season, people usually behave towards all others with a degree of courtesy and consideration that might not be as automatically forthcoming at a different time of the year. I know of many people who might pass a busker or a big issue seller or a rough sleeper with their empty collection cup every day of the year as they make their way to work, without giving that person one penny or even a second glance. Yet, during the season of Christmas, something inside this very same person leads them to look twice at the impoverished stranger they pass daily, and they might even consider stopping to give them a few pence. Even if they do not stop, they are at least more likely ‘to think about’ the circumstances of the rough sleeper and the beggar for even a few seconds longer than they otherwise would have.

Herein lies a most wondrous and powerful thought. The universe and our world have been in existence for millions of years, yet it only takes a second to change anything and everything! One second is all it takes for some world leader to press the red button to start a nuclear war and end the world. It only takes a second to kill a man, save a man's life, fall in love, to realise that you are no longer in love, find a new religion or to lose one's faith, be courageous or a coward, be kind or cruel, hateful or loving! Your world and the quality of your existence and the strength of your purpose and resolve can be radically altered for better or worse in one second by a single thought, a change of mind and heart, or the merest consideration. That is all it takes; an idea can change, improve or destroy your life by the mere entertainment and conversion of it into action.

Whoever we are and whatever our past experiences of Christmas happen to be, it appears to be inbred in the human part of us that Christmas is that time of the year to open up one’s heart and to become kinder, more considerate and charitable to others.

Oh, ‘I wish it could be Christmas every day’. Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 19th December 2019

19/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to my Facebook friend, Helen Walsh from Carrick-on-Suir in County Tipperary. Have a nice day Helen and thank you for being my Facebook friend.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘Rocking Around The Christmas Tree’. This Christmas song was written by Johnny Marks and was recorded by Brenda Lee in 1958. It has since been recorded by numerous other music artists. By the song's 50th anniversary in 2008, Lee's original version had sold over 25 million copies with the 4th most digital downloads sold of any Christmas single.

Because of her mature-sounding voice, Lee recorded this song when she was only thirteen years old. Although Decca released the single in both 1958 and again in 1959, it did not sell well until Brenda Lee became a popular star in 1960. That Christmas holiday season, Lee's ‘Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree’ appeared on the ‘Billboard Hot 100’ chart for the first time, eventually peaking at Number 14. It continued to sell well during subsequent holiday seasons, peaking as high as Number 3 on ‘Billboard’s Christmas Singles’ chart in December 1965. Lee's 1958 recording still receives a great deal of airplay. It has since turned into a perennial holiday favourite, and due to rule changes in 2014 has returned annually to the ‘Billboard Hot 100’ chart, reaching an all-time chart peak of Number 3 during the 2019 holiday season.

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I was 15 years old when Brenda Lee released this record and it had been a long time since I’d been able to rock to any tune. Just before my 12th birthday, a serious accident left me with several life-threatening injuries; the worst of which proved to be a damaged spine and badly mangled legs. A wagon had knocked me down, run over me and stopped on top of me. It took over 40mkinutes for my body to be pulled out as my torso had been twisted around the main drive shaft of the vehicle.

I was on the critical list for around three weeks and because of my damaged spine, my parents were informed that I’d never be able to walk again. Three years later, I was up and hobbling around. I could neither bend nor straighten one of my legs to 100 degrees after having had over fifty operations on it and my left leg was now three inches shorter than my right leg.

As soon as I’d got my legs back, I was determined that they’d eventually take me dancing again. I’d always loved dancing and singing and the rock and roll era was at its height. Bopping was the new dancing craze, and this was ideal for a young man with legs of unequal length. Bopping allowed one to individualise their dancing moves in a way that the traditional formality of old-time and modern dancing never did.

When I finally made it back to Cleckheaton Town Hall for its Saturday night rock and roll dance, one of the first dances we rocked to was Brenda Lee’s new release, ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree’. Life had re-commenced for this romantic teenager who was determined to dance the night away and to steal the heart of every good-looking young woman between Cleckheaton and Heckmondwike off their feet with my bopping prowess.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 18th December 2019

18/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to my Facebook friends, Paul and Jean Dower from County Waterford in Ireland. I met this married couple in a pub in Portlaw during a book signing holiday many years ago. Have a nice day, you two and hopefully we can meet up again next spring when Sheila and I plan to tour Ireland for two or three weeks, health permitting.

Today’s Christmas carol is, ‘When a Child is Born’. This is a popular Christmas song that was popularised by Johnnie Mathis in 1976, and whose version was Number 1 in the UK. The original melody was ‘Soleado’, a tune from 1974 by Ciro Dammicco (alias Zacar), composer for Italy's Daniel Sentacruz Ensemble, and Dario Baldan Bembo. The tune was based on Damicco's earlier tune ‘Le rose blu’ that was published in 1972. The English language lyrics were written a few years later by Fred Jay (Friedrich Alex Jacobson, who wrote many hits for ‘Boney M’ such as ‘Rasputin’ and ‘Ma Baker’). They do not make specific mention of Christmas but the importance they attach to looking forward to the birth of one particular child somewhere, anywhere, suggests a reference to the birth of Jesus Christ and the citing of ‘a tiny star’ that ‘lights up way up high may allude to the ‘Star of Bethlehem’.

So many other singers have covered this song and include: Bing Crosby: Boney M: Matt Monro: Kenny Rogers: Sarah Brightman: Charlotte Church: The Moody Blues: Willie Nelson: Demis Roussos: Andrea Bocelli and Placido Domingo, plus many others.

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I suppose that the happiest moment in the lives of most parents tend to be the day they married and the birth of their children (especially their firstborn). These two occasions were never meant to take place around the same time, and during the 1950s and 1960s, the parents of a pregnant daughter of single status usually ensured that they didn’t.

This was the era where all young men and women quickly learned that with ‘freedom’ comes ‘responsibility’ and when one made one’s bed, one lay in it! These were times when society expected young courting couples ‘to save themselves for their wedding night’ and not to abandon their self-respect down some dark alley or on the back seat of a car because of being unable to keep their clothes on during moments of physical temptation.

The 1950’s was before the introduction of ‘the contraceptive’ or the ‘morning after’ pill and abortions would remain illegal until 1968. Whenever back-street abortions were sought, they could lead to imprisonment and were often fatal. During my teenage years, if a boy and girl tasted the fruit from the tree of temptation before they were married, they were not allowed one bite of the apple before throwing away the rest! The couple had bitten into the forbidden fruit, so they were meant to chew it all and finish what they’d started. The most common phrase that covered these circumstances was, ‘You’ve made your bed; so lie in it!’

The couple would invariably be marched down the aisle before the bride’s baby started to show, and they would become man and wife long enough before the baby’s birth to enable the fiddling of the dates of its stated conception and presumed ‘premature birth’. This was invariably known as being ‘a shotgun wedding’, an apt-titled description you might think, for both groom and bride, having dishonorably discharged their weapons instead of leaving them holstered until the wedding night!

There were occasions when the infant would be adopted at birth, and it was not unknown for many a child to be brought up calling its grandmother, ‘Mother’ or believing its blood mother to be their ‘sister’ or ‘aunt’.

There was many an infant who was born into a poor, working-class home between the two world wars 1914-1945, whose cradle may well have been the drawer of a dresser. I have often wondered where the term, ’saving up for one’s bottom drawer’, used by courting couples who were saving up to be married, originated from? Could I have stumbled across the truthful origin of the saying?

There are many things that a parent may be unable to do for their child today, given the austerity of the times or a low standard of living, but the most important thing in life will not cost a parent anywhere in the world one penny; love!

Being the oldest of seven children to my mum and always having been able to engage in honest dialogue with her, my mother would invariably tell me whatever I had the courage to ask her. At the age of ten years, while all my mates could tell you where they were born, I was the only boy on the block who knew where I’d been conceived. My site of conception was in a farmer’s field beneath ‘The Metal Man’ in Tramore, County Waterford in Ireland. This was the place where my courting parents would meet up unknown to my maternal grandparents. Dad would cycle 33 miles from County Kilkenny once a week and meet my mum at ‘The Metal Man’. It was during one of their secretive meetups when I was conceived, ‘according to my mother’.

The treacherous Tramore Bay often led to the sinking of ships. After the sinking of the Sea Horse, its insurers, Lloyds of London, funded the building of piers and the erection of pillars on two headlands as a visual aid to prevent similar calamities from happening.This construction became known as ‘The Metal Man.’ I never visit Ireland without vising the place of my conception in Tramore.

Many myths and legends surround ‘The Metal Man’. It's reputed that a woman who hops backwards on one bare foot around the base of his pillar three times will be married within the year. I have hopped around the stone beacon often and got my first wife to do so. On the second time around, my first wife-to-be started to tire and flag, and being too much of a gentleman (or was I being an Irish fool?), I allowed her to take my arm to complete the task. Would I offer my assistance again, you might ask? No way!

If I could make one law, it would be this. I would make it compulsory for the parents of children never to let their children get up each morning or go to bed each night without physically telling them, ‘I love you’ as they hug them. As a former Probation Officer for almost twenty six years, I have literally met hundreds of problematic adults who never heard these three words from their parents when they were a child, and who, in turn grew up unable to say ‘I love you’ to their partners or their own children.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 17th December 2019

17/12/2019

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I jointly dedicate my song today to three people, each of whom are celebrating their birthday today. There is my Facebook friend, Christine Mountney, who lives in West Sussex; Bridget Power who was born in the same Irish village as myself, Portlaw, and lives in County Waterford, and finally, Amanda Bradbury from Huddersfield. Amanda’s husband, Dave, has illustrated over half a dozen of my published books and is a most creative person, as is Amanda. Have a smashing day all of you, and leave room for lots of cake and suitable refreshments.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘Merry Christmas Everyone’. This is a festive song recorded by Welsh singer-songwriter Shakin’ Stevens. Written by Bob Heatie and produced by Dave Edmunds, it was the fourth number-one single for Shakin' Stevens on the ‘United Kingdom Singles Chart’.

It was released on 25 November 1985 and was the Christmas Number 1 song for that year. Ever since it has been included on many top-selling Christmas collections and received frequent airplay every Christmas. In 2007, the song re-entered the UK top 30 and reached Number 22 on the Christmas chart. This is because downloads are included in the ‘UK Singles Chart’; whereas in past years this would have been impossible unless there was a physical re-release of the song. From 2007 to 2017, the song charted in the UK at peak positions 22, 36, 49, 47, 42, 46, 54, 38, 26, 17 and 10. In December 2018 it reached Number 9 in the UK chart, its highest position since 1985.

‘Merry Christmas Everyone’ was recorded in 1984. Its original planned release was put back by a year to avoid clashing with the runaway success of Band Aid’s charity single ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ to which Stevens did not contribute, having been out of the country touring at the time of recording.
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‘Merry Christmas’ is a seasonal expression that is spoken by everyone to each other every Christmas. As a rule, the sentiment expresses a genuine wish that the person being greeted enjoys themselves this Christmas. Often, however, the greeter of this seasonal welcome will not be fully aware of the precise circumstances of the person being greeted; sometimes making the wishing of ‘Merry Christmas’ itself, words that are too difficult to hear or take on board positively for the recipient of them.

The person being greeted may have just received their redundancy notice from their employer and hasn’t yet told their wife and children of the sad news. Or they may have received a ‘Final Warning’ for fuel arrears or have been served with divorce papers or been told that they have a terminal illness and will not see another Christmas. They may have incurred massive debts and face house eviction in the New Year or be harbouring some secret that will change their life like a single woman who finds herself pregnant by a past boyfriend who is no longer on the scene, or perhaps a married person who has fallen in love with someone else and has decided to tell their spouse and end their marriage.

Knock on any door down any street in any town this Christmas, and within that household, you will most likely find some unwelcome personal circumstances of one of its members. All families have its own perennial problems and unsatisfactory situations they have to cope with and manage ‘behind closed doors’.

I have always loved Christmas and celebrated this season of December; not only because of its religious significance in my life but because Christmas happiness is a large part of my family upbringing and heritage. Although I was the oldest child of seven children born to Irish parents who migrated to West Yorkshire in 1945, my dear mother would never let Christmas pass us by without making a song and dance about it.

Mum attended ‘Midnight Mass’ every year with any of her children who could walk the three miles journey from Windybank Estate to Cleckheaton Catholic Church and back. Every year, my mother would look around the church congregation to see if she could spot her oldest brother, Willie, at Midnight Mass.

Uncle Willie lived alone in the house of his deceased parents in Portlaw, County Waterford in Ireland. This was my maternal grandparent’s home, in whose front room, where I was born. Uncle Willie would exchange letters weekly with my mother, and every December he would write to my mother saying that if she looked for him at the Midnight Mass in Cleckheaton, she might spot him at the back of the church.

Uncle Willie had been 'a drunk' as long as I’d known him, as well as being a man who couldn’t utter one sentence without three ‘fakes’ in them (the Irish pronunciation for its English swear-word equivalent). While my mother dearly hoped that her brother Willie would show up, a large part of her wished he’d wait outside the church if he did, instead of entering it eating fish and chips and ‘effin’ and ‘blinding’ during the crowded service, and proudly making himself known to all and sundry as being my mum’s brother.

One year, Uncle Willie was at Midnight Mass in Cleckheaton, having caught the ferry across to England at the last moment to surprise us all. Mum naturally asked him to stay with us for Christmas (adding that I would be willing to sleep with my two sisters for a week). I was 11 years old at the time and although I loved my sisters, I didn’t want to share a double bed with them and their rude awakenings.

Just as Uncle Willie would drink six or seven pints of beer if you invited to buy him one pint, similarly, having been invited by my mum to stay one week at our house over the Christmas period, he stopped with us over two months!

During his two-month stay with us, Uncle Willie was drunk for the most part. My father never drank a drop of alcohol and yet because Willie was my mother’s brother, he put up with him ‘because he was family’. After that first year when Willie had crossed the Irish Sea to spend Christmas and see his oldest sister and her family, although we looked for his presence at Midnight Mass in Cleckheaton every year that followed, mum was both sad yet somewhat relieved when she didn’t find him there.

I am pleased to say that for almost five years prior to his death in Portlaw, Ireland, Uncle Willie stopped drinking. He was buried a teetotal man in the Church which I’d been baptised in as an infant. All my mother’s seven children and their partners attended his Irish funeral.

Uncle Willie had made himself a bit of a recluse over his final few years on earth and because he housed so many cats as his companions, many of the villagers considered him to be a bit odd.

As we travelled into Portlaw by car on the day of Uncle Willie’s funeral, we approached the bridge on the last stage of the journey and looked up the steep hill towards ‘St. Patrick’s R/C Church’ to see if anyone from the village would be walking up to attend Uncle Willie’s funeral. There wasn’t a soul in sight and our hearts saddened that not one of his neighbours had seen fit to attend his burial service. As we turned the corner in our cars to go up the hill towards the church, from the bottom of Williams Street in Portlaw village (just like a crowd scene out of the film ‘The Quiet Man’), emerged over 100 villagers crossing the bridge to walk up the steep hill to church where they’d say their final farewells to Uncle Willie.

Whatever one has to say about the Irish, never let it be said that they don’t look after their own!

My mother brought the Christmas spirit into our family home from my childhood years and kept it there until she died at the early age of 64 years. Every Christmas Eve, she would join all her grown-up children and their partners at some pub gathering and make merry until she was literally unable to drink another rum and black currant juice or tell another one of her ‘tall’ tales about Ireland and folk she grew up with. While dad never danced or drank, mum would dance and drink his portion gladly in his absence from family gatherings.

While my mother could tell the tallest of stories, she was never small on honesty whenever she expressed her true emotions with us. Never a day passed when she didn’t tell all her children that she loved us. When mum looked us in the eye and said she loved us, we knew she did, and whenever mum said ‘Merry Christmas’ to anyone, we also knew that she truly meant it.

Sheila and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace. Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 16th December 2019

16/12/2019

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I jointly dedicate my song today to my great-nephew, John who is the grandson of my sister Eileen. I also dedicate my song to my Facebook friend, Elaine England, from Rancho Cucamonga in California. Both John and Elaine celebrate their birthday today. Have a smashing day, both of you.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘Winter Wonderland’. This is a song written in 1934 by Felix Bernard and lyricist, Richard B. Smith. Due to its seasonal theme, it is often regarded as a Christmas song in the northern hemisphere. Since its original recording by Richard Himber, it has been covered by over 200 different artists, including Doris Day: Air Supply: Andy Williams: Bing Crosby: Dean Martin: Dolly Parton: Kenny Rogers: Johnny Mathis: Frank Sinatra: Ella Fitzgerald: Tony Bennett, Michael Buble: Radiohead and many more.

The song's lyrics are about a couple enjoying a picturesque winter landscape. They build a snowman, whom they agree to pretend is Parson Brown. They imagine the snowman asking if the couple is married, to which they tell him that they are not. They tell the snowman that he can marry them.

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If I was asked to design a Christmas card which showed the seasonal aspect as opposed to the religious aspect of Christmas, there would most certainly be snow in the scene, and whether or not the card contained images of a happy young courting couple or a family group, what the card would be purporting to convey is, seasonal ‘love, happiness and togetherness’. The card would be communicating the message, “Isn’t it lovely to be alive and well at such a wonderful time of the year?”

It will be difficult for so many people during this Christmas season to feel all three of these blessings. Some may be ill, some may feel very unhappy, some may feel alone. Some may be very ill or dying with a terminal condition; some may feel so poor and impoverished of sustenance, accommodation, warmth, security and purpose, that they may even wish they were dead. All those people who lost loving partners and spouses in recent years are more likely to feel that absence of ‘togetherness’ we all need in order to feel content and complete. My prayers remain with all of you this Christmas.

There have been times in my life when I have seriously asked myself if it is right and fitting for me to feel so happy with myself, my partner, my religion and my life as I do, when others in the world cannot feel like me? I have frequently posed the question in my mind, what right do I have to be happy and purposeful, and embrace my life daily as though there is no tomorrow. My own simple answer is that for me, there will always be a tomorrow; if not in this life, then in the next. That is a great consolation to me as I close my eyes to sleep at the end of each day. It also feels so good to open them on the start of each new day before me that presents a fresh challenge.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and it is our hope that if you are unable to experience feelings of love, happiness and togetherness’ at the moment that these feelings will become emotions of the near future.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song for Today: 15th December 2019

15/12/2019

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SHEILA AND I MET FOR THE FIRST TIME NINE YEARS AGO TODAY

​Nine years ago, today, Sheila and I met in Haworth. We shared conversation and a coffee at Gascoigne’s which is now renamed Haworth Steam Brewery on Main Street and since our marriage in 2010, we have shared our lives together.

I won’t go extolling all the compliments I could possibly make about my wife’s character, as such will be only too well known by anyone who has the good fortune to know Sheila or who has read my daily posts over the years. Let me just say, consider all you think is commendable in an individual and marriage partner, and know that in Sheila, I have it in abundance.

There is a belief in the land of my birth (Ireland) that every good person who walks the road will pass good people coming the other way, as will men of little faith in humanity be more than likely to encounter suspicious travellers on their journeys. One of the first bible stories that stuck in my memory was the one about St Paul when he was walking from Damascus, having been converted to Christianity.

On his journey out, he met a traveller coming into Damascus. The traveller said to Paul, “Hello, stranger. I am going to Damascus where I intend to set up home. Can you tell me, what the people are like there? Are they friendly and good people?”
St Paul replied, “The town which you are leaving to come here, were the people of that place friendly and good people?”

“Oh, no! Not at all” came the response, adding, “I found the majority of them to be suspicious, uncharitable and unfriendly!”

St. Paul replied, “I’m afraid that you’ll find the people of Damascus the same as the town you’ve come from.”

Farther on, Paul meets another traveller coming into Damascus who asks him the very same question about the citizens of Damascus, where he plans to live. St. Paul asks the traveller the very same question as he asked the first traveller he met coming into Damascus.

“Oh, I must confess that I found most of the citizens from the town I have just left to be kind, charitable and good people. In fact, if my business would have allowed me to stay there, I would have been perfectly happy for the rest of my life.”

St. Paul replied, “I am sure that you will find the citizens of Damascus to be just like the people of the town you have just left.”

Back to my first meeting with Sheila on that fateful day, nine years ago. Despite it being a cold December day with a covering of snow on the ground as it is today in Haworth, meeting Sheila for that first time warmed my heart. It was evident that I was in the presence of a good person, and my only surprise was that nobody had snatched her up.

Sheila told me that she’d been widowed for three years, about the length of time that I had also been on my own after my wife had divorced me. In fact, each of us had concluded that there would be no more marriages or committed relationships. What fools we all are who think that we decide our fate! We may influence certain happenings in our lives for better or worse, but if we believe that there are no forces beyond our own thoughts, feelings and actions that determine our destiny, then we no longer possess the brains we were born with.

One merely needs to look at life all around us to know that there is a higher plan to all that we see. The way that the universe is constructed and the sheer changes in life produced as the earth rotates on its axis, the purpose of the sun, the moon and the stars, and the ecosystem that nature and all the creatures of the earth naturally embrace and thrive upon; all of this didn’t just happen. It was created by a force greater than that of mankind!

I am so glad that I found love again with Sheila and if I could share the happiness we share together with anyone in search of a lifelong partner and soul mate, I would, most gladly. One of the strangest things about our first meeting nine years ago is that nothing has changed about the way I physically saw Sheila then as I do today.

Sheila is blessed with possessing the facial bone structure of a beautiful woman and although she is 63 years old (14 years younger than me), she doesn’t look a day over fifty. And since she has adopted her ketogenic (low carb and healthy fat lifestyle) less than three months ago, she reports herself to be feeling more like a fifty-year-old than the 63 years she is.

I love you, Sheila Forde, and however long I live, I will never forget the very first time I saw your face. Bill xxx

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Song for Today: 15th December 2019

15/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas song today to my old friend, Bob Dudley from Batley, West Yorkshire.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘And So This is Christmas’. Also known as ’Happy Christmas (War is Over),’ this Christmas song was released in 1971 as a single by ‘John &Yoko/Plastic Ono Band’ with the ‘Harlem Community Choir’. The lyrics, by John Lennon and Yoko Ono, are set to the traditional English ballad ‘Skewball’. It was the seventh single release by Lennon outside his work with the Beatles.

The song reached Number 4 in the UK, where its release was delayed until November 1972. The song has periodically re-emerged on the ‘UK Singles Chart’, most notably after John Lennon’s death in December 1980, when it peaked at Number 2. In a UK-wide poll in December 2012, it was voted tenth on the ITV television special ‘The Nation’s Favourite Christmas Song’.
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Also, being a protest song against the Vietnam War, ‘Happy Xmas (War Is Over)’ has since become a Christmas standard which is frequently recorded by other artists. It has appeared on compilation albums of seasonal music and was named in polls as a holiday favourite.

‘Happy Xmas (War Is Over)’ was the culmination of more than two years of peace activism undertaken by John Lennon and Yoko Ono that began with the bed-ins they convened in March and May 1969. Their first ‘bed-in’ took place during their honeymoon. The song's direct antecedent was an international multimedia campaign launched by the couple in December 1969; at the height of the counterculture movement and its protest against America’s involvement in the Vietnam War. This protest by John and Yoko primarily consisted of renting billboard space in 12 major cities around the world for the display of black-and-white posters that declared ‘WAR IS OVER! If You Want It – Happy Christmas from John & Yoko’

Recognising the accessibility and popular appeal that made his 1971 single ‘Imagine’ a commercial success compared to the other songs he had released up to that point, Lennon concluded, "Now I understand what you have to do: Put your political message across with a little honey."

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I have been an avid reader since my early twenties and a writer since my forties, and whenever I come across a good idea, slogan, quotation or memorable line in a song, I usually find myself running the words and idea over and over in my mind for the rest of that day. ‘War is over! If you want it?’ is one such marvellous idea.

Everything begins with an idea. I always remember the quote that told me that the only thing which is stronger than the mightiest of armies is an idea whose time has come. The strange thing is that nothing says that the idea need be true so long as it is credible and convincing. The time and circumstances in which an idea is promoted are what really matters if great change is expected.

One’s ideas will be taken on board whenever the mind is ready to entertain them, and the body is prepared to defend them. Even an idea of mediocrity that generates enthusiasm will go ten times farther than a great idea that inspires nobody. That is why becoming a person who inspires good things in others is the highest of all personal ambitions and aspirations. It is far more meaningful and influential than having as your benefactor, the most important, most powerful and the wealthiest person in the world.

It is strange how powerful an idea that you have taken on board and have accepted into your belief structure and way of life can become. The ideas that have influenced my life, beliefs and actions more than any others have been the ‘Power of Love’ over all other things, along with the idea that ‘there is nothing that is true or false, right or wrong, good or bad THAT THINKING IT SO, WON’T MAKE IT SO!’

So, my advice to all is to choose your friends and close associates wisely if you wish to consolidate your peace, place and prosperity. Keep all friends close to you, but keep the ones who inspire and encourage you, closest of all. They are constant companions of your conviction and level of contentment.

Sheila and I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 14th December 2019

14/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to my Facebook friend, Georgina Tang, who lives in Liverpool. Thank you for being my Facebook friend, Georgina, and have a nice day.

Today’s Christmas carol is ‘Once in Royal David’s City’. This is a Christmas carol that was originally written as a poem by Cecil Frances Alexander. The carol was first published in 1848 in her hymnbook, ‘Hymns for Little Children’. A year later, the English organist Henry John Gauntlett discovered the poem and set it to music. Alexander's husband was the Anglican clergyman William Alexander, and upon his consecration, she became a bishop’s wife in 1867. She is also remembered for her hymn ‘All Things Bright and Beautiful’.
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I was born the oldest child of seven, and the Forde family migrated from Ireland to West Yorkshire, England in the mid-1940s for a better life. My father was a miner and my mother spent from dawn until midnight daily looking after the household and mothering seven offspring. My dad was as hard as nails and once his mind was made up, it stayed made up. While dad was the head of the household, my mother, like most mothers at the time, was the heart of the home. Without her daily household management, nothing would have ever happened, got done or stayed done.

My mother had several annoying faults but possessed far more graces of character in her single person than one might find in four or five goodly people. She was in the main honest but might over-egg and stretch the facts whenever recalling her upbringing as the oldest child of seven.

A story she would recount regularly to her children whenever one of us complained about doing this or that chore for their siblings was her first task of the day as a young girl growing up in Ireland. Mum would frequently remind us about the obligatory 4-mile each-way walk to McDuff’s Farm every morning at 5:30 am before school started to fetch a pail of milk. In later years, we did discover from her brother Johnnie, that while it was true to say that it was my mum’s task (as the oldest child) to fetch milk from McDuff’s Farm each morning before going to school, she had stretched the truth somewhat. Uncle Johnnie told us that McDuff’s Farm was about a half-mile away from where they lived at the most and not four miles! He also said that mum’s daily journey involved carrying a small jug of milk and not a pail, and added that mum usually had to be dragged out of bed at 7:30 am on a morning to do the chore and that the only time she’d ever been awake at 5:30 am was when her sisters Nora and Nellie, with whom she slept (three sisters shared the same bed), both wet the bed at each side of her during the same night and she woke up in a puddle.

Mum was generous to the core, she was kind, forgiving, loving and compassionate. Being a strong-willed woman of Irish pedigree, she could hold her own in an argument but never held a grudge over from one day to another.

Without a doubt, the most amazing ability she displayed during my growing years from child to adult, was her husbandry of household management? Mrs Beaton or indeed any Chancellor of the Exchequer since the ‘Second World War’ years would have bowed down to her when it came to her art at ‘creative accounting.’ Mum had the ability to make my father’s £10 per week wage produce £20 per week’s provisions, plus services such as rent, gas and electricity. Dad might have considered himself the breadwinner, but it was mum who was the bread provider

Like all mothers and wives then, mum had the hardest task of the marital couple. Whereas it was dad’s job to go out to work to earn £10 a week for the family, it fell to my mum to take his unopened wage packet of £10 every Friday night and after holding it in her magic fingers, it would buy us £20 worth of food to eat until next week’s wage, plus necessary household items.

Like all poorer families of the time, every wife and mother on our estate paid for the food they ate this week out of their husband’s wage the following week. It was standard practice to miss weekly rent. Every mother kept constant favour with the local grocer, and the grocer kept account of one’s weekly food obtained on tick. When our grocer died, twenty years after the Forde family first migrated to West Yorkshire, Harry Hodgson (the grocer) held accounts of families on the estate that went back to the ‘Second World War’ years and outstanding debts owed for years back.

Most families would use jumble sales for clothes purchases, sixty years before anybody ever saw a charity shop on the Highstreet and would buy necessities like children’s footwear out of a Littlewood’s catalogue. While people today may regard exorbitant interest-rates charged by pay-day loan companies, a modern phenomenon, they were never acquainted with hire purchase and catalogue interest rates!

I frequently recall it being standard practice for all mums on the estate to raid the gas metre of a few shillings to carry her over until her husband’s next payday. Whilst all maternal metre-raiders were technically ‘stealing’ from the gas board whenever they illegally opened the metre and took out a few shillings from it, they never considered borrowing their monthly-metre dividend in advance as being anything to involve the law with. This practice (which could command a custodial sentence today) was common then and the matter would be later sorted out with the gas man when he came to read and empty the metre and adjust the dividend due to the householder.

I was still a child at the birth of the ‘never-never’ period of goods purchased. The only way one could buy a new cooker or washer was by means of this new method called ‘hire purchase’; where one would buy something today and pay for it tomorrow, or in many cases, years later or never at all!

It is the task of the oldest child born in all Irish families to be partly responsible for every younger child. Hence, while parents were responsible for all their children; because there was always too much to do to keep a house running and never enough time to do it in, responsibility would be delegated to the one below in descending order of family position.

Being a member of a large family, was like being in the Army. Everything had to work like regimented clockwork, or it didn’t work at all! During my father’s absence, it would fall to the oldest child (myself) to assume command. I would have primary responsibility for all my younger siblings while my mother did essential work like washing, cleaning, scrubbing floors, ironing, darning, making meals and making babies! I would delegate responsibility to my next sibling down the line to primarily look after the sibling next down from themselves. All would be determined by the family pecking order. The aim of the firstborn was never to be left holding the baby, while always remaining the one held responsible should the baby choke or hurt themselves because the next to youngest sibling had been negligent in their allocated family task! This was how/why many younger siblings invariably came to perceive their older sisters and brothers as ‘big bullies’.

From the age of 8 years, I would go out carol singing on my own every December evening after the first week in December arrived. I would never carol sing on the estate where we lived and would walk miles (‘actual miles’ and not my mother’s milk carrying miles of her youth). I would carol sing from the Pack Horse all the way down the Moor towards Cleckheaton (two miles). This was the rich area where all the wealthy mill owners, solicitors and gentry lived. The monies I’d earn from carol singing, would then be given straight to my mum and she would save it towards Christmas presents for my younger siblings.

I often tell my brothers and sisters today that ‘I was their Santa Clause’, not my father, and if it hadn’t been for my annual carol singing, they wouldn’t have even had an orange in their Christmas stockings. Please note that whatever our main Christmas present was, it would always fit in an ordinary-sized sock we wore. That is why young lads kept wearing their longer socks until they stopped believing in Santa Clause, as they would hold more presents than the ankle socks.

None of my younger siblings believes me today when I tell them this true story about their early childhood Christmases. They consider that it’s just another one of my mum’s stories of spilt milk on her 8-mile round trip before school attendance!

I always sang three carols at every house I visited. I never hurried them or missed out a verse and they were never mumbled. The door of the visited house being sung at would never be knocked until I’d completed the third carol. While I sang many different carols, ‘Once in Royal David’s City’ was always one of the standard ones.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 13th December 2019

13/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas song today to Frankie Sherry who lives in the Keighley area. Frankie is an artist outside her regular job. She frequently employs her talents on my behalf and is one of the nicest young women I know. Have a nice day, Frankie and a lovely Christmas. Love to you and all your loved ones.

My Christmas song today is, ‘Last Christmas’. This is a song by English pop duo ‘Wham!’ The song was released in December 1984. It was written and produced by George Michael and has been covered by many artists since its original release.

The song reached Number 1 in Denmark, Slovenia and Sweden and Number 2 in eight countries; Belgium, Netherlands, Hungary, Ireland, Italy, Norway, New Zealand and the United Kingdom. Wham! donated all their royalties to the Ethiopian famine. In a UK-wide poll in December 2012, it was voted eighth on the ITV television special ‘The Nation’s Favourite Christmas Song’. It was the most-played Christmas song of the 21st century in the UK until it was overtaken by ‘Fairytale of New York’ in 2015.

‘Last Christmas’ had its beginnings in 1984, while George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley were visiting Michael’s parents. It was written by Michael in his childhood bedroom. Michael played Ridgeley the introduction and chorus melody to ‘Last Christmas’, which Ridgeley later called "a moment of wonder".

The song was recorded in August 1984, at ‘Advision Studios’ in London. George Michael had written, performed, produced and played every single instrument on the track. With a Linn 9000 drum machine, a Roland Juno 60 synth and sleigh bells, they began recording the song in the summer. The only people in the studio were engineer, Chris Porter and two assistants. According to Porter, he said, “You’ve got the happiness of the rhythm track, but against that, you’ve got the sadness of the unrequited love".

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Many of us have experienced being let down in our romantic ventures. My song today, ‘Last Christmas’ evokes such experiences. There is no fun in ‘giving one’s heart away’, only to discover that the other person didn’t want it. The experience is one that invites humiliation and has a tendency to self-deprecate; it lowers future expectations and sour new experiences.

I have read, that ‘catching romance on the rebound’ is considered by some psychologists to represent the body’s sub-conscious intention of ‘fighting back’ in a bid to maintain self-respect. Anyone who has ever experienced a ‘relationship on the rebound’ will be able to relate with this sentiment. As a marriage guidance counsellor in my past working life, I have met a number of people, whom after discovering their partner’s infidelity with another man/woman has gone out, got drunk and had a ‘one-night stand’ and sex with a stranger. Often feelings of revulsion and revenge go hand-in-hand in the emotional maelstrom of a disturbed heart.

On a much lighter note, as a teenager who had the reputation of being ‘a bad boy’ where young women were concerned, I had a degree of romantic gullibility that would have challenged the credulity of a crab pretending to go straight. Part of me wanted to fall in love with every attractive young woman I met, while another part of me made me end the relationship as soon as it looked like it might start to get serious and lead to a fuller commitment.

As a young man in his late teens, my Christmases were always happiest when I was attending a party or a dance with a beautiful young woman on my arm, while experiencing disappointment on other Christmas occasions when I was without a girlfriend to hand. I must also admit, however, that there are few fond memories of any Christmas, where I was courting the same beautiful girl between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Day. There were always too many beautiful young women to get to know and not enough time or stamina in a young man’s life to know them all. I told you that I was a ‘bad boy’.

It took me until my late sixties, and the first meeting with my wife, Sheila, in Haworth before I knew for certain that the love I’d found would last until my very ‘last Christmas’. Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 12th December 2019

12/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to my Facebook friend, Breada Whitty from Carrick-on-Suir. Than you for being my Facebook friend, Breada and have a nice day.

Today’s song is,’Oh Come All Ye Faithful’. This Christmas carol was originally written in Latin as ’Adeste Fideles’. The carol has been attributed to various authors, including John Francis Wade (1711–1786), John Reading (1645–1692), King John 1V of Portugal (1604–1656), and anonymous monks. The earliest printed version is in a book published by Wade, but the earliest manuscript bears the name of King John IV, and is located in the library of the ’Ducal Palace of Vila Vicosa’. A manuscript by Wade, dating to 1751, is held by ‘Stonyhurst College ‘in Lancashire.

The original four verses of the hymn were extended to a total of eight, and these have been translated into many languages. The English translation of "O Come, All Ye Faithful" by the English Catholic priest Frederick Oakeley, written in 1841, is widespread in most English-speaking countries.

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I was always brought up by my parents to view loyalty, truth and faithfulness as being indivisible; the blessed trinity that brings a resolution of the soul. I learned very early on in my life that it was impossible to have one of these qualities without possessing the other two also. I used to have an aunt who never married but nevertheless viewed marriage between two loving people as being the highest of unions. Aunt Alice believed that nothing was nobler than a couple‘s fidelity towards each other.

The world we live in is largely governed by a capitalist system, of which its less attractive side is the constant move towards the acquisition of material assets. As a people, we have left our faith at the altar of consumerism, and we are in total danger of losing our faith in humanity and lessening the betterment of self every time we ‘over-indulge’. There is a gross disparity of wealth between the East and the West, between the rich and the poor in all societies. Greed is in danger of being regarded as being good instead of gross. The simple truth is, every time someone in the western hemisphere eats two slices of bread when one would suffice, somebody in the eastern hemisphere starves!

I recall in my youth watching a man called Malcolm Muggeridge on the television. He was a British journalist and social critic of his time and was invited to be interviewed with rude regularity by the television BBC presenters examining any moral or economic issue of the day. At the time, I thought this old codger on my television screen was a bit of a moralistic crank, but over the past sixty years since I first saw and heard him, I have gradually come to accept that what he was advocating in the late 1950s was ‘bang on the button’ and applies every bit as much today, if not more so.

Essential, Muggeridge espoused the view that mankind’s civilised survival and the saving of the planet would require all of us lowering our consumption levels of the planet’s resources. He told his viewers that it was only through lowering our standard of living could we higher our goals for the betterment of all mankind. This view mirrors the very same arguments that all green warriors across the world now advocate and say will be necessary in order to stop disastrous climate change occurring and to save the planet. Until we allow concerns about the planet to turn us ‘green’, it will be the mighty dollar who keeps us ‘green with envy’! The action of every individual and the world we live in are inextricably connected.

Unless a person can be true to themselves, they cannot be true to another. Me and my wife, me and my children, me and my friend, me and my neighbour, and me and my God; it is the same umbilical truth, the same loyalty and the same degree of faithfulness that binds one and all.

Were each of us asked to recite a quotation from one of William Shakespeare’s plays we learned at school, though some variance would apply, the majority would recall those unforgettable words that Polonius spoke to Laertes in ‘Hamlet’.

“This above all: to thine own self be true’
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

This Christmas, let us stand fast to those important things in our lives which command our faith, for scriptures tell us that God rewards faithfulness and not the size of our ministries or our spheres of power and influence. Life will test our true character daily, and most of us will be found wanting.

Just as it is human for every newly married man and woman to want the best for their marriage and children to come, if marital break-up surveys are to be believed, the straw that most often leads to the greatest marital rows and is most likely to break the camel’s back will be about ‘money’(the amount available, or the acquisition and disposal of it). 'Money' will most likely be at the heart of the breakup more than any other consideration such as having an affair, addiction, or even physical cruelty!

Isn’t it strange that in a world where there are so many more important things to concern oneself with, that money is often the acid test to measure one’s faithfulness and commitment to a marriage; a union between man and wife where it is money matters that matter most? ‘The love of money’, is surely the root of all evil!

I was once told by a kindly priest that God uses money and material assets more than anything else in our lives to test our faith, and the reason He selects money is that it is the one thing most of us have the hardest time dealing with.

The next time you pass a ‘Big Issue’ seller, or a rough sleeper, or a beggar, or any poor person in need of a few pence and you have more money in your pocket than you are likely to spend that day, give them some of it and help better their Christmas season with a kind thought and some Christian charity.

Sheila and I wish you both a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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Love and peace Bill x
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Song For Today: 11th December 2019

11/12/2019

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I dedicate my song today to my friend David Green of Mirfield. David has been in ill health for a good part of this last year. Let us hope, David, that the New Year is more peaceful for both of us regarding our health issues.

Today’s Christmas song is, ‘Mary’s Boy Child’. This a 1956 Christmas song that was written by Jester Hairston. It is widely performed as a Christmas carol. The song had its genesis when Hairston was sharing a room with a friend. The friend asked him to write a song for a birthday party. Hairston wrote the song with a calypso rhythm because the people at the party would be mainly of West Indian origin. The song's original title was "He Pone and Chocolate Tea", ‘pone’ being a type of cornbread. It was never recorded in the present form.

At a later occasion, Walter Schumann, at the time conducting ‘Schumann's Hollywood Choir’, asked Hairston to write a new Christmas song for his choir. Hairston remembered the calypso rhythm from his old song and wrote new lyrics for it. Harry Belafonte heard the song being performed by the choir and sought permission to record it. It was recorded in 1956 for his album ‘An Evening with Belafonte’. An edited version was subsequently released as a single, reaching Number 1 on the ‘UK Singles Chart’ in November 1957. It was the first single to sell over one million copies in the UK alone. To date, Belafonte's version has sold over 1.19 million copies. In 1962. the full-length version was added to a re-issue of Belafonte's previously released album ‘To Wish You a Merry Christmas’.

The song was also recorded by Mahalia Jackson in 1956, but one of the best-known cover versions of the song is from the German-based disco-group Boney M from 1978, ‘Mary’s Boy Child-Oh My Lord’. This version returned the song to the top of the UK chart. It is one of the best-selling singles of all time in the UK and has sold 1.87 million copies as of November 2015. Many others have recorded versions of the song like Andy Williams (1965): Charlotte Church (2000): Jim Reeves (1963): The Three Degrees: The Bee Gees and many more artists.

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​The most influential person in my life was my mother. It was she who taught me the essence of life and showed me the infinite pleasure of living it wholesomely on whatever little money or possessions one has. My mother held a deep-seated love of her family and a respect for her parents that endured unabated until the day she died. She had many human failings, but such were infinitely minuscule when placed against her greatest strengths and most lovable and enduring of characteristics. She was kindness incarnate and would give her last penny away to any beggar for the mere asking of it. She was honest, sensitive, caring and compassionate. She always gave more than was asked of her and did more than was expected of her; never short-changing another human being.

Mum was also very streetwise and even though she could not sing for toffee, she sang her songs all day long as she kept house and was wife to a miner and mother to seven children. I would think her greatest human characteristics was her capacity to openly express her love. Never did one day of my childhood years until adulthood pass without her telling me (and all my siblings), ’I love you’ or reminding me that I was ‘special’. Mum never made enemies and had the capacity to forgive another who may have wronged her, minutes after the offending action had occurred.

My mother was the most special mum me that any child could ever wish for and she was Christened ‘Mary’ at birth. This was the same name her mother had been Christened and her mother before her (mum’s maternal grandmother).

It is perhaps of little surprise to learn that almost every girl who is born in the traditionally Roman Catholic countries of Ireland and Italy are Christened, ‘Mary’ or some derivative of, such as Marie or Maria or Marian.

Find me one Irishman you who didn’t have either a mother or sister who wasn’t called. ‘Mary’ and I’ll willingly give you a £1. I’ll give you my house and every penny I own though if you find an Irishman who didn’t have a Mary within their extended family of nieces and cousins.

I have long known that one of the human contradictions of many Catholic men is to want the two sides of a woman to make their lives complete when choosing the perfect wife. They want to marry the Virgin Mary; who will become the saintly mother and maternal head of the home, as well as have access to Mary the sinner in the bedroom. It is as though, only a blend and fusion of the Blessed Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene will wholly satisfy an Irishman. (Mary Magdalene was the woman onto which a succession of fantasies has been projected throughout the centuries from one of a prostitute to the woman who befriended Jesus of Nazareth).

Every Christian child never forgets their introduction to the story of Mary and Joseph that Christmas over 2000 years ago when they sought shelter in a stable, and where Mary gave birth to the baby Jesus. This scene is viewed in wonderment by children all over the Christian world.

Sheila and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and should you have a grandmother, wife, girlfriend, lover, daughter or any significant other called Mary, cherish her, because 10/1 says that she will be ‘a good woman’ (a colloquial phrase of any Irish man praising a female).
Love and peace Bill xxx
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Song For Today: 10th December 2019

10/12/2019

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.I dedicate my song today to four Facebook friends who are celebrating their birthday today. They are Betsy Holly from Syracuse in New York: Carole Handley from Halifax, West Yorkshire: Joanne O’Dwyer from Carrick-on-Suir in County Tipperary and Elizabeth Noble from Mirfield in West Yorkshire.

Today’s Christmas song is ‘Santa Baby.’ This is a 1953 Christmas song that was written by Joan Javits and Phillip Springer. The song was initially sung and popularised by Eartha Kitt. It was recorded and released in July 1953 and October 1953, respectively.

The song essentially is a long list of expensive Christmas presents by some seductive woman looking for a Father Christmas ‘sugar daddy’ to lavish her with seasonal riches and presumably worldly wealth. A kind of ‘Gold Digger’ I imagine.
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I remember the first time I heard this song being sung in the seductive voice of Eartha Kitt over the family radio. It was one of the songs doing the rounds during my last few months of normality. Within months of the song having been released, I had incurred life-threatening injuries. I was a hospital patient for nine months and couldn’t walk for over two years following hospital discharge.

For my first three weeks in hospital, I was in and out of consciousness, and the hospital doctors told my parents to prepare for me dying. Prior to my accident, my dad had bought me a rusty old bike from the Market Place in Cleckheaton for me to learn to ride, for the price of ten shillings. It was a relic from the ‘Second World War’ era and probably lost its brakes and mudguards during the bombing of the Blitz. Still, despite its age, I loved that bike and I did learn to ride it before my legs became mangled after my body had been twisted around the main drive shaft of the wagon that ran over me.

When I was at my worse, my father held my hand and promised that if I lived, he would buy me a brand-new bicycle. He thought it was a promise he would never have to keep. When I pulled through, he was then informed by the medics that my damaged spine would prevent me ever being able to walk again.

I was the oldest of seven children and my father was a miner whose weekly wage was always less than the average household spends on bare necessities. Whether I walked again never came into my father’s consideration when deciding if he should buy me a new bicycle. He had given me his word that he would when I was on my death bed, and we still lived in an age when a man’s word was his bond. My father used to tell me long before my accident that ‘the only thing a poor man had to give another was his word and if a man broke his word, he lost the only thing he had.’

Dad kept his promise and bought me a brand-new Raleigh bicycle with the latest Sturmey Archer three-speed attachment. The bicycle was naturally purchased on the ‘never-never’ and it took my father three years to pay it off. During this period of bicycle repayment, dad forfeited five shillings weekly from his ten shillings spending money. Fortunately, dad never smoked nor drank alcohol and his only earthly pleasure was a bag of toffees and a bar of dark chocolate which he bought every wage night.

For many months after my hospital discharge, the brand-new bicycle stood in the hallway, although I could not ride it, it didn’t stop me polishing it twice daily. It took me two years before I could ride the bicycle properly again and fully regain the mobility of my legs.

As I lay in my hospital bed at my most critical time, I heard a doctor tell my parents that I would be dead by the morning and I will never forget my hearing my mother sob at this news. My immediate reaction was to tell myself, “I’m not going to die!”. At that precise moment, I made a promise with my God that if He spared my life, I would use the remainder of it helping others. While I have fallen short of the mark on several occasions, I have in the main, kept the bargain I struck with my God ever since, just as my dear father kept his promise with me to buy me a new bicycle if I lived.

Incidentally, I was reminded of my hospital bedside scene two years after my road accident, when the film ‘Reach for the Sky’ came out in 1956. The film had an almost identical scene in it, where the actor(Kenneth Moore) playing the wartime pilot, Douglas Bader, also heard the doctor at the end of his hospital bed say he’d be dead in the morning and he silently said, ‘Oh no I won’t!’.

There will be many a child this year who will receive far too many presents under the family Christmas tree, but there will be just as many children with empty stomachs in other parts of the world who will receive nothing. For these children and their families, Christmas is not a time to celebrate. Many families living on the poverty line in Great Britain, will view this seasonal time, as being the time of year that highlights gross inequalities, injustices and wide disparities that exist between our richest and poorest citizens in the land.

In modern society, too few children have a true appreciation for the most special presents of all. The most special presents of all one can have this Christmas are the presence of a loving God, loving parents, a loving family, loving neighbours and loving friends. To have one’s own roof to safely sleep beneath, and enough income to heat one’s home and provide adequate clothing and suitable footwear is a material bonus. To have sufficient income to provide food, shelter and heat is the basic requirement for one’s good health, hope and happiness.

I will never forget the words of my dear mother after I complained to her once. I indicated that coming from a poor family, I could never expect to inherit anything substantial. My mother smiled and said, “When me and your dad dies, Billy, we will have left you the greatest inheritance of all; your six brothers and sisters. Make sure that you look after each other.” How right she was!

Should any of you know a child aged between 4-8 years who likes stories, my most popular story for this age range is about a precocious young girl called ‘Annie’. The story is called, ‘Annie’s Christmas Surprise’. This is one of the stories to be found in my book ‘The Complete Action Annie Omnibus’. This book of twelve seasonal stories spread throughout the year began when the late Catherine Cookson read the very first Annie story of mine. The story was inspired by a question that puzzled the curious Annie, “Why does Father Christmas give his biggest and best presents to the children with rich parents and his smallest and cheapest presents to the children with poor parents?” When Annie asks her mother, mum replies, “He doesn’t, Annie!”

Dame Catherine Cookson liked the story so much that the very next wedding anniversary she and her husband, Tom, celebrated, the couple paid to have the very first limited edition of the ‘Action Annie Omnibus’ published with all the sale profits going to a children’s charity. The then Chief Inspector of Schools for Ofsted (the late Chris Woodward), read ‘Annie’s Christmas Surprise’ to a school assembly of children in Littletown, West Yorkshire. Later, in a press interview he gave to ‘The Guardian’ newspaper, Chris Woodhead kindly described my book as being of ‘high-quality literature’.

‘The Complete Action Annie Omnibus’ is my most popular book with the young children who have not yet learned to read and are read to, as well as young readers under the age of 9 years of age. ‘The Complete Action Annie Omnibus’ book can be purchased in either hardback or e-book format. Any of the twelve stories can also be purchased individually in e-book format from Amazon/Kindle for just over £1.

IT IS POSSIBLE TO ACCESS ‘Annie’s Christmas Surprise’ FREE OF CHARGE in e-book format by accessing https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/115301.

I have done this as an introduction to the character of Annie and the other eleven seasonal stories about her. These books were written to educate as well as entertain and all profit from their sales go to charitable causes in perpetuity (over £200,000 given to charity between 1990 and 2003).

I wish the four people celebrating their birthday today, a lovely day filled with much love, happiness and lots of cake and suitable refreshments. Thank you all for being my Facebook friends.

Have a happy Christmas everyone. Love and peace Bill and Sheila xxx


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Song For Today: 9th December 2019

9/12/2019

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I dedicate my Christmas song today to my Facebook friend, Joanne O’Dwyer who lives in Carrick-on Suir, County Tipperary. Thank you, Joanne, for being my Facebook friend,
Today’s song is, ‘God Rest You Merry Gentlemen’. This an English traditional Christmas carol. It is in the ‘Roxburghe Collection’ (iii. 452) and is listed as no. 394 in the ‘Roud Folk Song Index’. It is also known as ‘Tidings of Comfort and Joy as well as’ God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen’; ‘God Rest Ye, Merry Christians’, or ‘God Rest You Merry People All’.

It is one of the oldest extant carols, dated to the 16th century or earlier. The earliest known printed edition of the carol is in a broadsheet dated to c. 1760. The carol is referred to by Charles Dickens in his 1843 publication of ‘A Christmas Carol’ when he writes "... at the first sound of 'God bless you, merry gentlemen! May nothing you dismay!'."
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When I think back, I often amaze myself at the sheer amount of work and completed tasks any happy and healthy person can do in their prime of life. For a man, it is certainly in their late thirties when they hit their pinnacle of fitness. At their prime, men and women can parent children, run a home like clockwork, hold down a job, party hard with friends and neighbours, and even find time to engage in extra activities and sports that energise, relax and entertain them. If they have any time left, they might even contribute to the community by being a member of some school or church committee that meets weekly.

Their evenings are blissful and operate like clockwork. Around 7:00 pm after the family have eaten together and have told each other how their day has gone, the children are put to bed and are read their favourite bedtime stories. After they are settled down for the night, the married couple smooze and snuggle the rest of the evening away in front of the fire with a glass of wine that sparkles and reflects the glint of marital lust in each other’s eyes. After an hour or so lovemaking in front of the fire, around 10:00 pm they decide to take their lovemaking up to their bedroom, where they continue as though they’d never experienced coitus interruptus as they climbed the stairs. The couple makes love until well past midnight; when sheer pleasurable exertion sends both immediately off to sleep. The couple sleep like logs and when they awake all bushy-tailed and bright-eyed the next morning, the couple smile and kiss each other and either start cuddling and mucking about all over again or leap out of bed ready and eager to start another refreshing day, all over again. This is how the happily married couple glides on day by day between the honeymoon period and their first ten years of marital bliss. Isn’t it?

“If only?” I hear you think. If this is what one is supposed to experience after walking down the aisle, then I’ve been missing out more than I ever imagined. I’d better place that romantic novel I’ve been reading back on the bookshelf and come back to earth.

Yes! I’m sure that all of the above pleasurable activities were experienced by me, but never in one day of my life; not in a month of Sundays! I have probably encountered every one of these experiences with a loving woman, but never in the same day and spread over the past fifty years of my life with different women, who have borne me children!

I am now 77 years old, and one of the greatest pleasures I daily enjoy is an afternoon nap in front of the fire. From getting up on a morning until 3:00 pm each day I keep my mind active reading, writing, composing, answering computer messages and engaged in two hours’ a day singing practice. Around 3:00 pm I go upstairs to the lounge (we live in an old house with three levels). In the lounge, I start up a big open fire, have a ground coffee with cream and one of Sheila’s special sandwiches. By 4:00 pm, Sheila will usually find me napping in my favourite chair. It may only be five minutes or half an hour tops that I nod off for, but it is now a regular occurrence.

Sometimes I’ll ask Sheila, “Did I nod off, love?” and she will warmly smile and confirm that I was having ’40 winks’. What she doesn’t confirm, however, is that while my eyes were firmly closed that she didn’t stand in front of me and pull faces at me or utter some obscenity under her breath as to what she really thinks about me! These are the things I might have done as a child to some poor unsuspecting adult, ‘just because I could’. Who knows what wicked thoughts lie in the dark recesses of one’s childlike mind, especially the mind of a mischievous woman wanting to get one up on you?

‘God Rest You Merry Gentlemen’ and ladies too. Sheila and I wish all our family, friends and neighbours a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
Love and Peace Bill and Sheila xxx
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