The feast of love approaching
I have no Christmas tree
It is locked away in hiding
It has no point for me
I don’t do decorations
There is only me to please
My house the same as every day
And I am at my ease
But my grandsons getting older
I think next year I’ll try
The tree at least can reappear
Maybe a mince pie
Not for myself you understand
But my grandsons’ delight
The tree to signal all good cheer
On the holy night
They bring to life what I had lost
The closest one I love
Now they fill that emptiness
And I thank God above
I feel again the Christmas warmth
These children bring to me
And this old scrooge is hotting up
With Bushmills Irish whiskey
Brian Fahy
21 December 2021
Erris Poetry 