. . . uttered by 20 year old son
as the halls here get well and truly un-decked.
The mantle above the old brick fireplace
has swapped a garland of Christmas roses
for its garland of seashells.
Ancient beams, once adorned with
boughs of fir and twinkle lights
now stand stark and bare.
The nativity crib on the dresser
is packed away once more,
and other treasures find their way back.
The solitary sitting man
has replaced a vase of evergreen
in the arch window.
It all has a comforting rhythm
which displaces any sadness.
Those lazy, hazy post Christmas days
of muddled, befuddled festive fug
already belong to last year.
Normal service is resumed
and Mother Christmas once more
becomes Mrs Potter!!
Happy New Year everyone !
(p.s. pottery and ceramics update next time!)