Wednesday 16/12/2020

Think
snowberry/acorn-green/nut-brown.
Pin up
holly-red and hawthorn crowns
threaded
with shedded wool all round,
to
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.
And Merry Christmas to all!
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The verriest merriest of Christmasses to you and yours, Hal! 🙂
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A very nice poem of preparation for Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Dwight
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Thank you, Dwight. Merry Christmas to you too 🙂
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