Christmas 1950's Style Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

The house was still and quiet
it was early Christmas morning
my sister woke me silently
her finger gave a warning

Our parents were sleeping
as we crept out from our bed
seeking our Christmas stockings
we moved with silent tread.

The stockings hung in pride of place
above the still cold fire
with fruit and nuts and presents
to satisfy our desire.

My sister had a book to read
and a lovely teddy bear,
for me there was a little doll
with long blonde curly hair.

Sweets were still on ration
as were many kinds of meat
but Dad bought us a chocolate bar
for a special Christmas treat.

Mum had cooked a special meal
roast chicken filled our plate
with mince pies and Christmas pud
such marvellous food we ate.

We didn't have a telly
just the family radio
which played the Christmas carols
and the songs we'd come to know.

This was our 1950's Christmas
there wasn't a lot to spare
computers and mobiles were unknown
but we enjoyed our Christmas fare.