You may have heard, our writing group (The Whittlesey Wordsmiths) has recently published two Christmas collections of memories, short stories and verse. One is called Windy Christmas, the other is Jingle Bells and Tinsel Tales.
Here is a snippet from Windy Christmas.
Here comes fresh snow; swirling clumps of it. My kind of weather. Grey clouds over white fen fields are heavy with promise. Refreshing. The front garden needs another layer after those kids have been trampling and scraping at it. The thicker, the better.
As the snow falls faster, wild winds sweep in to drive it almost horizontally across untrodden fields. The snowscape glows white in the gathering darkness.
Christmas lights dance in the bare boughs of a nearby tree. A section of the glowing garland drops, spoiling its symmetry. The ends of my scarf wave in the wind. Snowflakes settle on my hat and are gone.
Snowfall falters as fierce winds drive the clouds.
A Santa decoration crashes from a neighbour’s roof to hang by its cable. Newcomers.
Anyone familiar with the wild fen winds would have anchored it lower.
The squall strengthens, lifting the top layer of snow from the fields as if it were dust. Wind tugs at my scarf and batters my body. There goes my hat, like a low-flying bird.
My head is taking a pounding. My carrot-nose, loosened, rolls to the ground. Sparkles of my snow take flight before the remorseless gales.
I was reconciled to melting,
but not to
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It’s nearly December!
What are you looking forward to most?