Our Christmas

The lights on the tree....Grapes sized diamonds hanging on thick sage green
Ginger Wine on a doily. A curvaceous decanter waiting to be handled
Fat stocky red cinnamon scented candle impaled on matte black spike. Its scent soporific.
A tall orange oil lamp waiting for a new wick.
Church like candle, vanilla in flavour, lit high looking down from its over ornamented holder.
A round apple green cloth box home to a handful of toffees.
A shopping list in my bag. Nothing ridiculous or fancy. More a case of simple food got glorious. Beef for the big day for example.
Two small wooden trays holding five soft and smooth toy cats. Their home; the top of plastic coals on my broken electric fire.
Father Christmas in the shrubs. Held in place by withering scratchy branches.
Last year's plastic wreath leaning against the wall underneath the outside light. Steady on account of a noisy solar powered blue tit pressed up against it.
Mounting excitement at the thought of Buche de Noel on Christmas Day. Unadorned, no plastic holly, only a dusting of cocoa.
Hidden presents.


Today has been relaxing.
I did my list with Hairy by my side and Mother asleep in her electric chair..
Faggots for tea.


Now bed.
Tired but content.