Born to slide

What double happiness as a parent in the snow! Pulling a bundle of joy behind, White slopes ahead, The air ringing with giggles. Watching the light reflected in young eyes that marvel at the world transformed. Sound muffled. Hands painfully alive. Hopes and prayers flung with wild abandon for a snow day and school closures….

In The Bleak Midwinter

  In the Bleak Midwinter, Anxious folks take heart, To celebrate this last month, after nervous start; After battling stress and Stress, stress on stress, In the Bleak Midwinter, family time we bless.   We, like weary travelers, lay our burdens down, Whether in the country, suburb or the town; In the Bleak Midwinter, respite…

God Jul. A Christmas Story.

What follows is a Christmas story. I have written it for all of the lovely people who read my blog. Thank you all. Wholeheartedly. Tom Tide. ———————— They were all worn out and grumpy, and as if she had read his thoughts the stamping started. Glancing down at the drooping antlers  and shuffling hooves in…

Unwrap

  It is not the unwrapping of trinkets. It is an unveiling of cherished times. Memories, crystalised in glass and glitter long dormant, now fresh With new discovery. Curve and colour released from winding cloths; Buried treasure rediscovered.   It is not a tree, but a pennant. Colours nailed to the mast, to glorify another year…