From deepest, darkest Kittybrewster*- Comes winter dismal and gray; the darkness is upon us and we hope to get away.
Herein lies granite, strong and sturdy- forever it will stand; but it ain’t particularly purdy- the city a bit bland.
The lights come on at 3pm- to help us find our tea; it comforts us and helps us cope -before we hit the whisk-ee.
‘Central heating’ this provides- to those who do partake; the rest of us do huddle- beneath a duvet as thick as cake.
These latitudes are rumored- to have the famous lights; northern, glowing, dancing-the pictures are so bright.
But waiting on a seaside cliff- in wee hours of night; is more than this watcher can muster -for the chance at a dim sight.
Black Friday full of wind and dreich- was not a shopping lure; so we took our car to the auto shop- to seek for it a cure.
It passed the MOT inspection test, but not without some pounds; to fix the squeaking, sagging struts- that carry us around.
‘Advent in Aberdeen’ -would be a better title; for this aimless, wandering prose- that’s in desperate need of a bridle.
Twinkling lights and baubles glow- – Hints of life beneath the snow; what’s this rumor of peace we hear? The gentle breath of God be near.
*Kittybrewster is the part of Aberdeen where we live.