Carols from Kings and wine that is mulled,

As we watch from front rooms, glasses in hand.

Fairy lights twinkling, mirroring candles

Lining the pews, much older than us.

It signals a year that is over for now,

Just a week of cold meats, and bright fruity chutneys

Unwrapping presents that mean something more

Now that we’ve had a rough year or two.

Now it’s the socks and hand knitted sweaters,

With carolling boys in draughty cathedrals

Filling our days in darkest December.