HOME

UPCOMING
EVENTS


CLASSES/
ACTIVITIES


MEMBERSHIP

NEWSLETTER

NOTICE BOARD

MEMBERS GALLERY

CONTACT US

TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY



2016 Christmas party

The U3A Box Hill Christmas party was held at Strabane Hall on 25 November.

The President, Bruce Bourke opened proceedings by welcoming special guests, life members and all present.
The U3A Box Hill Choir conducted by Margaret Henderson presented a number of pieces, and everyone joined in for two well known Christmas carols.



Bruce Bourke presented a 'Distinguished Service award' to Barbara Lovell for her contribution to U3A Box Hill.



and thanked Colin & Eleanor Mayfield for their services in catering for functions over many years.



And then to lunch...





A raffle to raise money for a new TV set was drawn by invited guests.



Myrle North entertained with a reading of her poem...

The fight before Christmas
(A twist on Clement Moore's 1822 Poem
"The Night before Christmas")
© Myrle North

It was the night before Christmas when all through the house
not a person was stirring especially my Spouse
With the smells of cinnamon scenting the air
I hung the stockings by the chimney with care

While my spouse was soundly asleep in his bed;
visions of things to do whirled around in my head.
So I got into my nightie; then put out the cat
and had just settled down for a well-deserved nap.

Then from out in the garden I heard such a clatter
so I ran to my window to see what was the matter.
As I peered into the darkness I heard a loud crash
and I saw the dog from next door tipping over our trash.

Soon what to my wandering eyes did appear?
On my lawn was my neighbour; drinking a beer.
The moon gave lustre of mid-day below
so I called out and told him where he should go.

Although he was drunk he was lively and quick
and more rapid than eagles he began to pick
the rubbish; which he hurled at my window pane
and in a drunken stupor he called me a name.

So I ran down the stairs and soon was out on the lawn
I decided to make him wish that he'd never been born
then I gave him back what he'd said word for word.
But he retaliated with words that I'd never heard.

Fed up with his language I called him a jerk
then I picked up some rubbish and went to work,
I was having such fun and soon laughed at the sight
I couldn't believe how I acted that night.

The stump of a carrot I'd stuffed into his teeth,
and some coils of cooked spaghetti shrouded him like a wreath
He had a broad face and well-rounded belly
and as he began to laugh it shook like jelly

Then the dog began barking at such a sight
I've never laughed as much as I did that night
When I left the scene chuckling and went into the house...
no-one knew what had happened... not even my spouse.
(To be continued)


Photos: Valerie Bourke & Stanley Barker