“Ribbons and paper lie at the feet/of the cold man asleep in the door”
It’s a colour coordinated Christmas
a catching of breath/expectation/scarcely perceptible/not Christmas/just Gaia/shifting
It’s a cuddily Christmas
Saturday afternoon in the harbour was very cold wet and windy. So much so that Santa had to change his travel plans
A grand looking Christmas
I thought with all the Christmas recipes we’ve been posting recently this may make you all smile.
“In the not too distant future. Next Sunday, AD. There was a guy named Jonah, not too different from you or me.”
This is a tasty little number
A policeman’s lot….