I’m struggling with all kinds of darkness. And I just looked at last year’s blog posts for the same week, and it was just the same then, so maybe I have seasonal affective disorder, despite the SAD light beaming out like an alien spaceship from the top of the chest of drawers.
Today I will bring in the tree. I love the tree: apart from being surrounded by family, it’s my favourite bit of Christmas.
It's not fair to quote living poets' work on the net (how are they expected to make a living?) but here is the beginning of The Christmas Life by Wendy Cope:
Bring in a tree, a young Norwegian spruce,
Bring hyacinths that rooted in the cold.
Bring winter jasmine as its buds unfold -
Bring the Christmas life into this house.
and the end:
Bring in a birth, of hope and love and light.
Bring the Christmas life into the house.
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