The Robin

When I awoke on Christmas morn, when all sweet things are born,
A Robin perced upon my sill, to greet the coming dawn.
It was young, fragile and gay, and sweetly did it sing,
Sweet thoughts of joy and happiness, it to my heart did bring.
I softly smiled at Robin's song, and reaching from the bed,
I slowly slid the window shut...............







And crushed it's bloody head :mrgreen:

They change your brand of tea, Jerry? :shock:

Default said:

They change your brand of tea, Jerry? :shock:

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Just my usual Xmas greeting - saves sending cards :mrgreen:

Default said:

They change your brand of tea, Jerry? :shock:

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:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Well a Merry Christmas to you anyway Jerry, in keeping with the spirit and all. :mrgreen:

Graham said:

Default said:

They change your brand of tea, Jerry? :shock:

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:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Well a Merry Christmas to you anyway Jerry, in keeping with the spirit and all. :mrgreen:

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The 'splat' would make a nasty mess on the sill :mrgreen: