Have fun with the poem by trying this...
Imagine a day when you expect to celebrate but nothing happens at all! This is what Adrian Mitchell does in this poem, thinking about things people often do on Christmas day, but imagining instead nothing happening. How would you feel if this really happened? Read out the poem in a grumpy voice saying NOT really loudly every time it appears in the poem. Design a Nothingmas Day card (like a Christmas card) using one or more of the ideas from the poem.
No it wasn’t.
It was Nothingmas Eve and all the children in Notown were not
tingling with excitement as they lay unawake in their heaps.
s their parents were busily not placing the last
crackermugs, glimmerslips and sweetlumps on the Nothingmas
Hey! But what was that invisible trail of chummy sparks or
vaulting stars across the sky
Father Nothingmas – drawn by 18 or 21 rainmaidens!
Father Nothingmas – his sackbut bulging with air!
Father Nothingmas – was not on his way!
(From the streets of the snowless town came the quiet of
unsung carols and the merry silence of the steeple bell.)
Next morning the children did not fountain out of bed with cries
of WHOOPERATION! They picked up their Nothingmas
Stockings and with traditional quiperamas such as: “Look what
I haven’t got! It’s just what I didn’t want!” pulled their stockings
on their ordinary legs.
For breakfast they ate – breakfast.
After woods they all avoided the Nothingmas Tree, where
Daddy, his face failing to beam like a leaky torch, was not
distributing gemgames, sodaguns, golly-trolleys, jars of
humdrums and packets of slubberated croakers.
Off, off, off, went the children to school, soaking each other with
no howls of “Merry Nothingmas and a Happy No Year!”, and
not pulping each other with no-balls.
At school Miss Whatnot taught them how to write No Thank
Home they burrowed for Nothingmas Dinner.
The table was not groaning under all manner of
NO SPICED HAM
NO CRANBERRY JELLYSAUCE
NO NOT NOWT
There was not one (1) shoot of glee as the Nothingmas
Pudding, unlit, was not brought in. Mince pies were not
available, nor was there any demand for them.
Then, as another Nothingmas clobbered to a close, they
haggled off to bed where they slept happily never after.
and that is not the end of the story…