Let me take you by the hand,
to St.Albans Abbey.
At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.
There's the Pines and Needles Christmas market,
and a magic garden .
Yuletide trees and Holly Wreaths,
A festive foliage with plenty of treats.
Mixed spiced scents of boiled apples' fruit cider,
A wafting aroma of roasted chestnuts fill the air,
Savoured sweetness of hot red mulled wine
A Christmas Spirit,A Midnight Hymn.
Sizzling sausages on this night of bliss
Beneath a mistletoe, a chocolate-dipped shared kiss.
In each stall, sixty in all,
Hand-made decorations carved on a wooden floor.
A Jesus'Grotto , a reindeer,and santa clause.
Wrought-iron boxes, "Put in a penny
for a good cause."
A carousel, and a merry-go-round,
A giant tea-cup, a trumpeter's sound.
Children singing carols by candlelight ,
in the loggia gallery,a star shines bright.
Skates on ice, a paradise .
Dancing in the late rain,
wearing a hundred smiles.
In the oldest British pub
as the fire dies , last embers glow,
Cheeks touch,lips brush,
The winds softly blow on St.Alban's winter snow.
Categories:
albans, christmas, happiness,
Form: Lyric