As now the barque ploughs chuffing round the byte, I wish you ballets of
Lantern smoke, a glowing range, tranquility - & a bright green, satin bow,
mysteriously fallen from a kite's tail, to snafu your heart with cinnamon.
I Believe In Father Christmas
- from The Swingle Singers CD
The Story of Christmas
© Peter Sinfield 2002
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