Sadly, I'm not going to York this year but I always think Christmas is a place we mostly go to in our minds anyway, so even though I will be staying in Tooting I am going to be shutting the door, lighting the fire and the candles, and visiting Christmas for a while. See you when I get back. Merry Christmas.
Love E x
@DOESNOTDOIT
P.S. Meanwhile, here's a little poem I came across, by Roald Dalh.
Mother Christmas
"Where art thou, Mother Christmas?
I only wish I knew,
Why Father should get all the praise,
And no one mentions you.
I'll bet you buy the presents,
And wrap them large and small,
While all the time that rotten swine,
Pretends he's done it all.
So Hail To Mother Christmas,
Who shoulders all the work!
And down with Father Christmas,
That unmitigated jerk!"
I only wish I knew,
Why Father should get all the praise,
And no one mentions you.
And wrap them large and small,
While all the time that rotten swine,
Pretends he's done it all.
Who shoulders all the work!
And down with Father Christmas,
That unmitigated jerk!"
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