The Mummers' Walk to Seed-Pod Cottage

* This was my 2021 Christmas card...

The mummers walk

Through coldest night,

Lit by moon and lantern-light.

Children wearing ancient masks,

Are focused on their Christmas tasks:

Singing carols, telling tales,

As snowflakes melt upon their veils;

Collecting pinecones as they go,

Their footsteps crunching in the snow.

So warm thy hearth,

And boil up some tea,

And welcome in the pageantry.

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