Twas a week before Christmas
And all that I feel
Is a sense of surrealism
A sore toe and left heel.
Have scoffed several stolen,
Made cookies, drank wine.
Seen sparkling markets a plenty
Caroled, stayed frozen in time.
Gifts for the giving
Wrapped up with no bow
Under adorning evergreens
Besides bright mistletoe.
Single again…so who thinks of me?
Lucky my mum, son, the whole family!
Strange to come home to a Scottish winter chill
After renouncing Hong Kong, the heat: quite the thrill.
Enthused for my son, nephew and nieces
More interested in the vino and what we will eat.
Our life is a cycle with its precious downs and then ups
Next years Xmas will bring me my mighty fine pin up.
Kerry Bridges