lördag 4 januari 2014

On the eleventh day of Christmas

I recommend "King Winter", by Anonymous

 The sky is dull and grey,
Piercing and chill the blast,
Each step resounds on the frosty ground,
Winter is come at last.

Mamma sits by the fire
Her little ones round her knees.
"How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry,
"Tell us something, if you please."

 "Tell us about King Winter,
And about Jack Frost, his man;
We'll not be noisy or naughty at all,
But as good as ever we can."

"Well then;" says mamma, "you, Jenny,
May knit and listen, my dear;
And Johnny may split up wood, to make
The fire burn bright and clear."

3 kommentarer:

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    1. Val,
      Yes, isn't it!
      Gutenberg isn't only text.
      Wishing you and your family a grand year - without injuries and illness!

  2. It's September now, and I just wanted to say I think of you often and hope all is well in your world.