Poem that “does what it says on the tin” re subject matter.
Christmas 1918, haphazard celebrations,
Newspaper party hats, ragged old tree
Festooned with baubles, tinsel, bells, trinkets.
Looks of relief, joy, bemusement, exhaustion -
Bowler hatted City gents, well-to-do-ladies,
Middle-class suited and booted managers
Mixing with office juniors; pub landlady
Raising a pint glass. Cigarette and pipe
Smoke filling the smoggy London air.
In contrast, subdued scenes at parish church
Hall, thick overcoats and scarves repelling
The winter chill. Sermon delivered to a mixed
Reception of polite anticipation and blank
Indifference, from the ageing, stern congregation.
Hope for the future mixed with sadness at the
Sacrifice of war and uncertainty of peace.
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