Yuletide Fire

behind the logs on this crackling fire the dulcet sound of a distant choir wakes up the child and times in me like lights around a Christmas tree and takes me back when sixties' chills left ice inside our window sills when Jesus lay behind the door of advent's number twenty four when the greatest present that I had was the presence of both mum and dad when love and laughter fun and games lit up the room just like these flames that dance each year to times gone by before they flicker, fade and die.