Wintry Nights
Wintry Nights
December descends suddenly.
A year has gone by so swiftly.
The holy month commences,
With prayers and hymns
And packing up the gifts.
Holding my little Christmas tree
I live through those years.
Christmas fetes in school and my little one.
Stalls filled with food,
Selling hotcakes fresh from our ovens.
Games in the grounds,
Races and raffles.
The Christmas cheer,
Carols in the church.
And then, the
Midnight mass.
Stuffing up the stockings.
Wide-eyed glee
In the morn.
But he's a big boy now
And studying far away.
My tree has shrunk.
And December is now
Very long.