Nostalgia enters on the chirrup of a wren
and the first cord of wham on the radio 
it’s only a matter of time before the tree
goes up and grows baubles      and lights 
as smiles widen on our faces
we’ll go for a woodland walk 
hand in hand, glove in glove 
maybe pick up some pinecones 
as a memento 
then later under December’s full moon
sip our hot chocolates 
sending warmth into the air.

Thanks for dropping in to read today’s poem. I hope the start of you week has gone well.

How does nostalgia for Christmas hit you?

Let me know in the comments…

Take It Easy

Paul