My Christmas Day

 

MY XMAS DAY

 

Not a slave to craze and convention, I hope to enjoy the feast of my creative imagination. I shall take a step outside and linger a while in the cold light of day, where the snowdrop blooms from the wintry gloom, and the dove flies in the murky sky. Good humour I hope to find in the spirit of mankind, and the light of true inspiration. I want it to be a special day to dispel the ghosts of yesterday, when life was cold and bleak, of things I dare not speak. The young ones in my clan will bring warmth to an old man, who likes it pure and simple and to hear the bells of truth on Xmas day.

 

Jim Emerton