It was to be the longest night …

On Saturday while not attending my Berkshire Spinners, Weavers and Dyers group Zoom Christmas Party and while our PM was announcing the new stringent restrictions since the Mutant Covid19, I was meeting with a friend on WhatsApp; I won first prize in the raffle.  The afore mentioned annual Christmas party is usually not to be missed; with party games, a raffle,bran tub, fine food and fun; it seemed to have continued in the same way in the newfound Zoom; unbeknown to me, my name was added to the hat for the raffle. The joy was short lived as the prize was in Tier 3 and I a few miles away in Tier 4.  So, I began to resign myself to eating Christmas goodies in March or regifting them to a needy family in Tier 3. 

However, by some magical strategic method into which I will not question, the parcel arrived last night as we went into our longest night and to my delight.  

I thought that me and my long-suffering husband were going to have a quiet Christmas and we still will but with some extra treats; for which I am grateful and beginning to believe in Christmas magic.

While the words Berkshire Spinners, Weavers and Dyers will take up all the syllables in a Haiku they will become … Friends

Taught me [to] spin, weave dye,

who even in my absence,

didn’t forget love.