A Carers Christmas Rush

Christmas morning I dash out of the door, slipping and sliding,
My windscreen is frozen over and the day is just starting.
Snow begins to fall, the temperature too,
Abandoned cars on Prospect Hill, and there’s no way through.

I brave the cold and resort to foot, as I scamper up the road,
Time is ticking and the corner choir is singing, as up the bank I strode.
Nearly at the top I see children on their sledges,
They fly on past with rosy cheeks, as I cling on to the hedges.

I reach the top and leap the gate, but to my dismay I found,
The path was thick with ice, so I tumbled to the ground.
Never-the-less I made it, without a moment to spare,
To wish my client a Merry Christmas, from Town and Country Care

Poem by Gary Marsay

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