Squalls and snow and high seas and chill and blow,
And the whistling whistling wind.
Lead to Christmas Day.
I feared that Sister Darling of
The Rarefied Church of the World (reformed)
Would not make the tide,
Let alone make a visit
To Partridge Island.
To bring Festive celebration to
The Lighthouse Keeper and
Paw, his cat/kitten
Black as the storm-churned sea
With one white mitten.
Heaven be praised,
And joyous greetings to the King of the World,
Sister Darling managed to wrangle a ride,
And bring festive gifts
For man and cat.
(And a rum-soaked cake)!!
And the night can whistle around us
In my snug Keeper’s House.
I hope Jesus was as warm
As we will be.
I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2022 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL