Some Christmas times are tinged with sad:
Losses, illness, accident
Loneliness and discontent...
In-law travelling, heavy meals,
Get-togethers - old minefields
All this to brighten Winter's night
The pagan Festival of Light!
High Street sales this year are down
Fewer now can 'paint the town'
Budget cuts and BREXIT doubt
Mean little luxuries left out...
But simple pleasures mean the most
So let me raise a New Year toast
To all of you who come my way -
Swing pendulum ... the other way!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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