Christmas Magazine

The Winter

Dafydd ap Gwilym Across North Wales The snowflakes wander, A swarm of white bees. Over the woods A cold

John Clare (1793-1864) The winter comes; I walk alone,I want no bird to sing;To those who keep their hearts their

William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as theyBut hardier far, once more I

Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973) Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree, Putting the decorations back into

Author unknown A good time is coming, I wish it were here, the very best time in the whole

This beautiful Christmas countdown can be used for many years to come. We grew up having the same

Wrap a present with a pretty, plain paper. The paper star should be the focal point. This is also a

In December we like to take a bit of time out, relax, enjoy the beauty of the season, and get