On the night before Christmas, I find myself alone,
Sending & receiving messages on my phone.
I sojourn to the garden to enjoy the lights,
There’s a chill in the air, it’s cold by rights.
An early night beckons, I’ve nowt else to do
Full of mince pies & some Irish lamb stew.
I’ll be fresh as a daisy when the dawn breaks
To visit my family for as long as it takes.
🧑🎄
Faith In The Ripple Effect 