LOOKING out of my pleasant window on the second floor here
I see long silvery salmon strands of late sunlight on the December early evening pale grey sky
Thoughts of the ‘Happy Christmases’ of youth at the Fox and Goose Inn please my old mind now
Remembering the singing, carols, firelight and warmth that emanated then
Aunt Edie blondly beautiful singing The Holy City, villagers loving it all ‘Amen’
Yes I really had a ball, of joy the mistletoe kisses all around, Sharpness men
Bibbler the singing clown, cousins from out of town
Happiness spilled over we were undoubtedly in clover
Jenny Lord
Nailsworth
Comments: Our rules
We want our comments to be a lively and valuable part of our community - a place where readers can debate and engage with the most important local issues. The ability to comment on our stories is a privilege, not a right, however, and that privilege may be withdrawn if it is abused or misused.
Please report any comments that break our rules.
Read the rules hereComments are closed on this article