Christmas
The winter winds do blow and chilly nights appear.
Santa is coming with his best reindeer.
Will the sky be darkest on this fesitive night?
Will the sleigh be led, by Rudolph’s nose so bright?
Skipping over rooftops down the chimney flue
bringing gifts and presents, just for me and you.
He creeps around so quietly, up and down your house;
tiptoing so softly, like the smallest mouse.
And as he does his chores and delivers parcels bright,
he goes to the fireplace for his treat this special night.
But he’ll not get mince pies, the rules now don’t apply!
I’ll be changing with tradition, and leave a Higgidy Pie.
May your Gods keep you safe through the coming year.
May your road be downhill and the weather be clear.
May your pies always be succulent and the quiche divine.
May I wish you seasons greeting at this festive time!
