A Christmas Poem
From Yours Truly
I thought it would be a delight to share a wee Christmas poem with you, this is actually from my children’s book ‘Don’t Wear It On Your Head’ so if you are not a child reading this, then this is for your inner child this Christmas Day.
May you know true peace in your heart.
May we all know this peace.
Love
John
Snowfall It snowed last Christmas day where I live, so we went up the hill opposite while everyone else sat inside with their grannies and their uncles, and the red lipstick wearing aunties who give scary red kisses. Everyone was eating, and talking, and eating and steaming up their windows. Repeating little worlds of families from house to house to house. We went up the hill in the snow, there was no sound, everyone’s inside. Those without families were doing what they do, even the silence of alone seems noisy. The snow makes it all quiet. Away from the windows, away from the dinner, there is a blanket over the earth, the air is scrubbed clean, and nothing is moving. I wish it would snow for a year, and the telly breaks. Then the radio goes off, and we forget to talk, and we get a year of this crispy breathing quiet. © John Siddique 2010 From 'Don't Wear It On Your Head'




Happy Christmas to you all John. Such a lovely tender share... and so beautiful is the soundproofing nature of clean fresh laid snow. Thank you.
“… and we get a year of this crispy breathing quiet.”
Ahhh yes!
Thank you, John… Sending Christmas blessings to you and yours💫