Planes and trains and cars Can bring us back to where Joy reigned in days of our prime When the trees and skies and the screen Were bright to the child that you were, all joyous with stars. Now blame and pain still tars Darkening days still meant to be joy, into scaffolds of care Yet stars, they do not fade with our passing of time Life can pulse with joy still bursting with green May your good and your bad and your bars Build grids from your hope and your joy So the child within you can climb To where all things seem clear to be  the best you have seen.

Glyn Watkins’ 2012 bradwan Christmas card.