.... come sit by my fire ....

Shel Silverstein

From ‘Where the Sidewalk Ends’

(Book for my grand-daughter but shhhh don’t tell her)



Christmas Eve and a lovely day of wrapping gifts, lighting candles around the house, cups of tea for visitors, chatting and best of all meeting daughter at airport back from London. My son returns to Dublin later tonight. My house is somewhat untidy, but the fire is lit and the smell of raw turf burning is wonderful. I thought you would enjoy these words from a child’s poetry book.


Nollaig shona