The promise of Winter is not far away;
the nights are getting darker, there is a definite chill in the air;
I don't care too much for Winter this I have to say.
When Winter is here I long for bright and sunny days.
"This Winter weather is very wicked", my best friend used to often tell me;
as we trudged through the snow and ice on the cold and lonely streets.
There is not many a friend to be found.
We look at each other and then look at the ground.
Before you know it the Festive Season will be upon us;
but alas for me the true meaning of it has all but turned to dust.
People hustling and bustling. Here, there and everywhere;
no time to even smile.
Some look mean, others just look full of intent.
Yes, these are the familiar traits of a Winter of Discontent.
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I LONG TO GO BACK TO THE 1940S/1950S WHEN CHRISTMAS SEEMED TO AT
LEAST MEAN 'SOMETHING'
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"This is me - don't try and change it..."
