The Swinging, Ringing Bus; and so that was Christmas

Wha-hey! Muse Swings is at the wheel, here:
http://muse-swings.blogspot.com/2010/12/poetry-bus-stops-here-rare-gift.html
Only The Bus could drag this out of me. He, by the way, knows.

When Giving Isn’t

Last year, en route to a charity auction
we stopped off at an exhibition,
the we is Linda, Sharon, Kirsty and me,
the promise of wine, well, bees, honey
(it was a launch).

So this picture there calls
but I can’t justify the money.

On me.

I bought it
and on collection day
(it was a launch)
hid it in the attic.

Two months later it becomes my gift
to the man with whom I share my life
and now it hangs above the fire.
Admire.

Admire.

And so that was Christmas...

A treeMagi with retinue (we love you, NanU)
Angel and ass
Frozen Marrburn
Orchids indoors
Silver webs
Climbatron!
Beware!
Another tree
Cards
Twigs
Disco snowmen
My gift
One of his
Yes! 269 nano-sized pieces!
Required fires
Internal
The Lantern Waste

And that's me until the New Year! Off for some Essex therapy with the smallest; first three days may well be spent on the M6 with the amount of snow that's coming down outside.

Happy New Year everybody. And look after yourselves, Eastern Seaboarders.