Newborn Brilliant times in the home, just a playful baby and me. Brilliant times all alone, just a tearful baby – you’ll see. Brilliant times in the home, just a stinky baby and me.
The Farmer The farmer stands in the bare-earth field, a solitary figure under the balmy, warm sunshine of spring. The whipping winter winds have passed, April’s warming has changed things.
Christmas night Come, come, come and see, what Santa Claus has brought for me. A sack of wonder and of awe, Christmas gifts, and so much more. In candle-light, and on my knees,