Bygone Christmas Poem by Andrew Daglish

Cotton wool clouds, splay cotton wool shrouds
Over roof tops, streets and fields.
It's a magical sight, to see a landscape so white
Once repressed joy and fun it now yields.

Snowballs we throw, with the fresh fallen snow
So cold are our feet, hands and cheeks.
But nobody cares, God's answered our prayers
Let's hope it snows for weeks upon weeks.

There are bells to be rung, along with carols to be sung
It's Christmas time once again.
Huddled pensioners whine, as they sip their mulled wine
Saying 'next year let's drink this in Spain.'

Past Christmas' we relive, through home movies we sieve
Laughing at how much we've all changed.
Their faces a treat, when they ask for the receipt
Saying 'I love it, I just need it exchanged.'

But this Christmas card scene, it's not worth a bean
Without someone special with whom you can share.
Keep close all you hold dear and cherish each year
Because memories such as these are too rare.