holly-red and hawthorn crowns
with shedded wool all round,
soften the song the mistle thrush throws.
Say goodbye to waking in the night
to deathwatch knocks turning time back,
and waterlogging fallen trunks and
branches creaking as they crack.
Light a candle,
clove an orange, and
hand out hearth-hot cups.
Ignite the coals, and
as the grate gets a-glowing,
engrace each padded patchwork stocking.