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