As winter lies across the base
With its icy tentacles of frosty lace
Above on the trunk of the big tree towers
Across the land now bereft of flowers,
Still squirrels scurry up and down
To hidden nests buried underground.
Nuts are stored as winter food
As animals run, the winter to elude.
Up high in the sky
Dancing to delight the eye
Starlings swirl in synchronised flight
Signalling autumn fading from sight.
On winter’s wind blows the cold
That strips the skin from the old
But winter also brings the bliss
Of mistletoe and a stolen kiss.
Puddings laced with brandy or rum
Steaming to fill that hungry tum.
Roaring fires where muffins toast
And spitting chestnuts that are split to roast
Are all part of the Christmas feast,
But remember the thing that should be forgotten least.
Christmas is not measured by a shopping chart,
Christmas lives within a kindly heart.
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