Christmas Eve
It is nearly time for the child to be born. The birth of a child is always good news. In the bit of the world I come from – the Yorkshire/Lancashire border, there’s a poet who’s well known - Sam Laycock. In his poem ‘bonny brid’ – written about the birth of yet another child to a poor family during a time of famine in Lancashire, he manages to be realistic about how hard it is and yet strikes a positive note of good news at the birth of a child: Tha’rt welcome, little bonny brid , But shouldn’t ha’ come just when tha did; Toimes are bad. We’re short o’ pobbies for eawr Joe, But that, of course, tha didn’t know, Did tha, lad? Cheer up! These toimes ‘ll awter soon; Aw’m beawn to beigh another spoon- One for thee;- An’, as tha’s sich a pratty face Aw’ll let thi have eawr Charley’s place On mi knee. (For those who want to see more about the poem, there's a webpage here ) It is nearly time for the child to be born. And that birth is Good news. It’s a night for goo...