you that might be the old man calling me. How many wars you fighting out there, this winter?s morning? Maybe it?s always time for another Christmas song
Got a birthday card at Christmas: it made me think of Jesus Christ. It said, ?I love you? in small letters. I simply had to read it twice. Wood smoke
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murder coffee in a grande cup. No welcome deli; there?s no Starbucks here. A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear. And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas
I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed. A golden toddy on the mantle ? a broken gun beneath the bed. Silken mist outside the
, through chattering teeth, reply and curse as you go. Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame to warm their bones at Christmas time
Sister Bridget by the stair: a glass of wine and she?s almost there. Cousin Jimmy at the door: another beer and he?s on the floor. Friends and neighbours
Now is the solstice of the year. winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out these
Good morning Weathercock. How did you fare last night? Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright when the leaves spin from October and
