Episode 8 - Farewell 2021 - A Banksy Poem, Some Beer, Wine and Toast

This is our last, very short, episode of 2021. It starts with a Christmas poem by Gordon Banks and then goes downhill from there :-)  We had great plans for a big finale to the year but beer led to wine led to toast. We have had an absolute ball being given the privilege spending time with so many fantastic people who let us into their home. Sharing their personal stories of time living in Muirton.  We have big plans for 2022 and look forward to capturing even more stories from the people of The Muirton. Thank-you to everyone who has taken part and everyone who has taken the time to listen to these podcasts and give us generous feedback along the way Happy Listening. Enjoy. Dunks and Barney A muirton bairns christmas How many days till Xmas maw Shed get sick to hear us say. How many days till Xmas maw  So we can get are toys to play. Counting down the days  And wondering what youll get. Checking behind the watdrobes But nothings back there yet. Provie mans been and left a check I hope he left enough. I pray there's lots of money there To get me all my stuff. Skateboards bikes oor Wullie books Sweeties in a box. Xmas cards on the mantle piece Along with our odd sox. Your not getting that fancy bike  My aulder brothers would say. Winding you up and annoying you Saying there's defiantly no way. Two days till xmas wheres my stuff The wardrobes still aufy bare. That's the place where she hides it aw There's nothing ataw in there.  Xmas eve some stuffs wrapped And tucked under the tree. It's all wee stuff nothing big Nae fancy bike for me. Mums in the kitchen pinnie on Prepping all the food. Canine wait till the morrow noo That trifle looks awfy good. 8 o'clock time to go hame Say cheerio Tae yer mates. Along the road Tae yer Hoose And through the auld green gates. Jammies on yer maw would say  And come on through the hoose. Theres crisps in that bowl ower there And ower there theres  juice. Sitting on the  sofa couch  Watching auld tv. Paul on a poofy on the floor  Steven next to me. Time for bed my maw would say Its getting awfu late. A moan and a aufy huff A rite old fuss wed make. So off to bed we all would go Chomping at the bit. butsting full of exitement Wondering what we would git.  rite into bed maw would say A dont want to hear a peep. Wed go to bed jump rite in  But no chance we would sleep. Wed lie there queit and listen hard  To every little noise. Cause we knew time had come For maw to shift oor toys. Its getting late where is ian  He helps maw bring them through. Hes in the pub wee his pals He should be in the noo. I hear th door thats ian hame Prezzies will soon be through. Here they come its after 12 There in the room rite noo. Away they go theve done there job Santas been and gone. I have to get up and open some Cannie wait till the morn. Is it xmas maw can we get up Can we play with oor toys . Aye go on then get on up But try keeping Doon the noise. Theres my bike i knew shed get My brothers got theres too. Sometimes its rite in what they say Wishes do come true .....