We’ve been telling the Christmas story for two thousand years. It’s been added to with tales of Mary and Joseph’s travels, embellished by Father Christmas stories, embroidered by legends of the fourth Wiseman. But it remains the story of a baby …
TOLD AGAIN
the story circles 
in firelight
spirals out
on angel wings
settles
on a hammer
on a hill-top
but it began
far Away
in a Manger
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
