Well, for myself, it is Christmas Eve as usual - i.e. my battered mind is reduced to one long shopping/to do list. I'll probably be off-blog for a couple of days too (though you never know). Meanwhile, this seasonal poem by R.S. ('Laughing Boy') Thomas swims into my mind. I'll leave you with it...

Song

I choose white, but with
Red on it, like the snow
In winter with its few
Holly berries and the one

Robin, that is a fire
To warm by and like Christ
Comes to us in his weakness
But with a sharp song.


Happy Christmas!