I'm playing Christmas songs on my retro
Record player. Outside these walls the snow
Descends like fluffy white dreams. I relax
And imbibe my mulled wine. Now all my tasks
Are done for the day, I can listen to
Sweet music fill my empty, lonely room.
Julie Andrews is singing Silent Night,
And I think of Advent's radiant light.
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Relax is a dirty word for many before Christmas with the headless chicken ethos running around. I don't know how women /housewives cope with all the shopping, wrapping, and being a slave in their own kitchen. But, then magically peace descends eventually and lots of booze also helps too. And the soothing Christmas music as well. Five stars Dominic and many thanks.