Christmas Stars

Puffs of icing sugar, spilt on
the sleeves of a new black jumper

Shining washed silver pans
catching in the light of the dark kitchen

White envelopes from the past falling
through the letter boxes of the present

Forgotten tinsel lost in the loft
of the house now sold

Paw prints in the frost of a
hundred prowling Toms

Roasting chestnuts too hot
to pick up off the grate

Pent up tears letting out
the late night

The infinite pull of a cracker
with a joke we don't quite get yet

A wash of lost betting slips on
the odds for a white morning

Flickering televisions in sitting rooms playing
endless reruns

Rows of lit trees filling bay windows
pitched on dark seas of Winter

These are Christmas stars...