Time at Christmas

In the countdown to this Christmas,
in the mighty preparation,
the shopping rush, consumer crush,
I had the odd sensation
of hanging grim to fortune’s wheel,
defying gravity,
so thank you for the chance to land
beneath your Christmas tree.

For today I see the little things
that slip beneath the wheel,
take time to find the detail,
the care behind the meal.
And when again I venture,
I’ll walk slow, with a smile,
remembering how good it feels
to go the extra mile.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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