There’s always time for a bit of nonsense
11th December – Christmas Stocking Nonsense
Monday morning seems a perfect time for a bit of nonsense. You might remember nonsense poems from you childhood: Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll; The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear; On The Ning Nang Nong by Spike Milligan to name just a couple. Don’t let the kids get all the giggles; as an adult, nonsense can be seriously good for you too. Playing with sounds and feeling rhythms help you to lose yourself in something beyond the serious stuff of the everyday. Who didn’t benefit from a bit of child-like escapism?
To replicate the ancient Norse custom (and possible source of the Christmas stocking tradition) of leaving boots and shoes filled with grass or hay for Odin’s flying horses, I wanted to make one of those lines of cute mini stockings and fill them with chocolates. I left it a tad late and I have recorded my spectacular failure for posterity in the form of a bit of wordplay.
The Joy of Sox
I’ve gathered all my sox in oddness:
Random singletons in lonely bodness,
Numbered them one to twentyfourdem –
Small-sad footlecloaks saved from boredom.
Two dozen peggletots holding stringloft
Adventsoles enchuffed with melting chocolot.
Without Issue 