Warm Fuzzy Feeling.
We took off on a big aluminium tube with silvery wing-
(Far away from the Wright Bros cloth and string thing,)
Exchanging long summer days for endless Scottish night,
Oh, but to see the grandson would be my hearts delight.
Once there our Christmas Day was not a white one,
A sprinkling of sleet glittered in the hard wintery sun,
The seasonal snow fell nigh on a week later, however...
Well, as they belatedly say, 'better later than never.'
I can't say I'm renowned for warm Christmush sentiment,
But out pushing my grandson in the buggy I dutifully went,
I'm a pragmatist, a realist, I'm not all gooey and mushy,
We had to make tracks before the snow got too slushy.
But then, as the snow fell down and up at me he smiled,
It released in this grizzled grumpy grinch the ol' inner child,
I held his tiny hand in mine, my eyes welling up with wonder,
That look will live with me long after I'm home, Down Under.
(Unashamedly soppy and sentimental. Hey, I do have a heart, lurking somewhere deep inside.)
Song for this one is 'My Darling,' Wilco.
'Grow up now, darling
Please don't grow up too fast,
And be sure, darling,
To make all the good times last.'
©Obbverse.