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Days Christmassing - here where the sky is low freezing fog with damp in the air on the paths ...

here

where the sky is low

freezing fog with damp in the air

on the paths ice and snow

                    

the smells of burning wood come over

small lights illuminate these darkest of days

in so many distant windows dispelling despair

the freezing fingers of salvation soldiers

melodise brass to soothing sounds

doing the waltzer from shop to boutique

in spin reminded of when young

the pleasure is combing for perfect gifts unique

maybe there shall be time for

this another year

this headache no tablet can kill

and stealing a cheeky coffee n’bun

relaxing in the spin

it's now

when most stressed

it's there

eyes to smile for others we meet

when home with tree delivered

lying on the floor snow dripping

the most important thing

maybe to hate putting the damn thing up

maybe anxiety for

such a beautiful thing

it'll be great            

when posting Chris Rea's

“coming home for Christmas”

nostalgia complete

such a fab

shit time of year

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