Christmas Dinner

Sprouts... 

 

 

Yeah, lots of sprouts... 

 

 

Everyone waiting... 

 

 

Patiently... 

 

 

For dinner on its way... 

 

 

Some not so patient... 

 

 

 Some just couldn't wait...

 

 

But a good time was had by all...

 

The leaves have fallen from the trees; and cold

Is creeping through the cracks, the sun is gold -

South-West horizon sunset, mid-December.

Tranquillity and Peace we can remember,

Amid the calling gulls and flapping birds -

Relaxing in my chair, I deal with words.

                                                                                                                  K. M. Pettitt