Linda Parsons: Visitations
Everything seems to glow richer before first frost, a last hurrah before the ghostly breath passes over.
December 22, 2020 · 11 Comments
Christina Rossetti: In the bleak midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
December 25, 2019 · 3 Comments
Arlene Weiner: Catering the Office Party
Some couldn’t eat ham and some wouldn’t eat lamb;
some couldn’t eat sugar, some couldn’t eat seeds.
So what could I order for our office feast?
And how could I cater for everyone’s needs?
December 7, 2019 · Leave a comment
Doug Anderson: Christmas
When I was a child and miserable and love stopped at every house but mine I’d go to sleep wishing for an angel, that she’d emanate from the dark and … Continue reading
December 25, 2018 · 6 Comments