An occasional glimpse into the workings of the Scottish Parliament and the Scottish Executive (or comments on anything else that takes my fancy).
23 December 2006
Weekend poem No 15
A poem, a brief one, by Wendy Cope.
Christmas
At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle, The cold winter air makes our hands and face tingle And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle And the whole business is unbearably dreadful if you're single.
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