As winter falls across your face
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.
Up high in the sky
Dancing to delight the human eye
The starlings spiralled in synchronised flight
Saluting the autumn that’s fading from sight.
On winter’s wind does blow the cold
That strips the skin from the old
But winter also brings the bliss
Of mistletoe with a stolen kiss.
Puddings laced with brandy or rum
Steaming to fill that hungry tum.
Roaring fires where muffins toast
With spitting chestnuts waiting to roast
All of those are part of the Christmas feast,
But remember the thing that should be forgotten the least.
Christmas can not ever be measured in a shopping cart,
Christmas lives within a gentle heart.
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