U.A. Fanthorpe

The Sunday Poem: U.A. Fanthorpe

      Reindeer Report   Chimneys: colder. Flightpaths: busier. Driver: Christmas (F) Still baffled by postcodes. Children: more And stay up later. Presents: heavier. Pay: frozen. Mission in spite Of all this Accomplished – MERRY CHRISTMAS!       What the Donkey Saw   No room in the inn, of [...]

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