Holly slung accompanied by an old noel
The meal smells as good as the scent,
“Leapt from the table”
Where reindeer rest in yonder stable
An able caroller, sang to the first archangel
“Holly eves” with fresh green leaves
Cable watched as crawly played
Beneath the evergreen on Christmas day
Unpaid but not unaided “carollers sang”
Jingle bells, beside the old church bell,
Then they ran, with the written word “held in their hand”
Santa had left presents, beneath the old oak tree
With a tap of his feet and a “touch of his nose”
Brightly “coloured” buttons and bows
As smoke from the chimney reached ever higher
Roasting chestnuts, over an open fire
Nutcracker treats too sweet to eat
Beside old stockings “laden with treats”
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
Be safe,
Karen