Christmas on the Moor
© Christoffer Petersen, 2021
I paint a shepherd this tar whistling night
trudging lonely moor, through the kissing gate
a long stone wall – frosted wool tufts in the cracks
faithful dog out front sniffs the cold path home
the hearth is warming, and the fire is lit
soot-black kettle on the boil with a plate
of stew and clay apple dumplings tonight
before the evening smoke wisps from spent coals
frost-stiff cuffs and ice in the sweater weave
much stamping of snow on the wire hemp mat
jacket hung, she settles at the table
the chair creaks – waiting for Christmas morning.
Jane’s visiting her sister. I have sole possession of the remote control. The sound bar is cranked up, and yes, it’s time for the Christmas movie to beat all Christmas movies.
It’s snowing! Finally! Yes, it’s just turned midnight and I wanted to write this post about The Starlighter, but just thought I’d take a look outside to see if the promised snow has arrived. And yes! It has! It’s thick and wet, the absolute worst kind of snow, but I’ll take it! Because, you know, snow and Christmas and all that! 🙂




Things always take longer than expected, and it doesn’t help when I suddenly want to experiment with a new cover idea.
It really is a thing – Advent Eve. Rather, it’s the night before the first Advent of Christmas 2021.