Music is everywhere in the natural world. This poem tells of the wonderful music that can be heard at night time in the Winter months.

I know that for many people these months can be tough, but in this poem I consider the little things which I love about them and which may help others to get through them and even maybe, grow to like them.

Probably weirdly to many, I love these months and in this poem and I tell you why.

Tjis is just a short New Year's Eve greeting poem as many of you may be busy tonight.

Thank you for listening to my poetry this year and all the best for the new year.

Allison

This is a short Christmas story about a small fir tree growing near a disused barn. It represents many human resources such as resilience and the down-trodden becoming strong.

I wrote it because I have always kept a Christmas carol in my head which I learned at primary school called “ The Little Green Fir tree” and I wanted to give credit to that carol.

No matter what your belief or religion, I hope it sends a magical message of triumph over adversity, hope and love this Christmas season.

This one is about childhood Christmases as I remember them, when the world seemed simple, easy and straight forward.

I hope it makes you again feel the magic of Christmas if you have somehow lost it along the way.

Happy Christmas to you and yours!

Do you have an odd sock pile in your home? If so, this one is for you.

Its quirky little tale about one such odd sock who is desperate to find his long lost other half.

A children’s story really, but also enjoyed by adults. I have made this one into a book with illustrations and it can be found on Amazon.co.uk.

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Thank you and Merry Christmas!

Allison.

This poem captures the excitement when as children, we woke to an eerily quiet world and a strange light around the closed curtains and at that moment, we just knew that it had snowed in the night!

From there came the frenzy of debate as to whether school would be closed and the possibility of being able to have a snow day.

The story follows the thoughts, feelings and joy of one such day from it’s start to it’s end as the sun goes down.

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Thank you! Allison.

I used to sit upstairs sometimes just in the dark at night and hear the barks of the dogs through the window.

One would begin, echoing through the cold and still night air and then another would answer it and so it went on.

I found these communications to be a great comfort when I felt lonely as a child growing up and they gave me the feeling that I was a part of something far bigger than me.

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