Ellon Resource Centre

Clients and staff at Ellon Resource Centre

We had a great session at Ellon Resource Centre with lots of fun and laughter. We read poems about the festive season in English and Doric and also an extract from a short story about Christmas morning. Everyone in the group seemed to particularly enjoy a poem called Suntie by James Glennie.
      We had lots of laughs as we shared the contents of my 'feely' box, which was filled to the brim with all sorts of sensory goodies. We then split into four groups and had a go at some creative writing. There was cake, too - what a lovely job I've got!
A most enjoyable afternoon - and I've already been invited back to be interviewed for the Ellon edition of the Community News.

Have a look at our winter sensory poems:

In winter...

I see frost and cosy hats.

I hear Jingle Bells, Christmas carols and church bells.

I smell mince pies, Christmas trees, cinnamon and hot chocolate.

I taste eggnog, turkey, soup, Christmas cake and peppermint.

I feel cold, soft gloves, happy and excited.

By Sarah, Chris and Suzanne


In winter...
  
I see bare trees with no leaves, dark nights, snow and busy shops.

I hear fireworks, leaves rustling, rain on the window, busy traffic, Christmas crackers and carols.

I smell cinnamon, pot-pourri, mince pies and Christmas dinner cooking, bonfires, chimneys, Christmas pudding and pine trees.

I taste smoked sausage, mincemeat, pannetone, selection boxes, tangerines and porridge.

I feel tired...prickly holly, the warmth of a fire, Christmas cards, wrapping paper and the pine needles on the tree.

By Lesley, Gavin, Helen and Fiona


In winter...

I see stars in the dark sky and lights on the Christmas tree.

I hear carols in the church and laughing at the pantomime.

I smell mincemeat pies in the oven - yum, yum!

I taste tangy satsumas.

I feel the presents in my stocking. 

By Vicki, Gordon and Pauline


In winter...

I see winter sun, Christmas trees, Christmas things in shops, decorations and Santa.

I hear carol singing, bells and noisy kids.

I smell candles, perfume in presents, coal fires and tattie soup.

I taste chocolate, Christmas cake, turkey dinners, hot soup, pies, 'pigs in blankets' and ice-cream with hot Christmas pudding.

I feel cold, excited and the snow under my feet in the park.

By Karen, Gordon and Debbie