The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
The old nursery rhyme I remember singing it and thinking of the poor birds at this time of the year.
Well our birds are not so poor. We have fat balls, seeds, peanuts, meal worms and all manner of Yuletide treats for them. Mr. Robin loves his meal worms.
On this day I wish all my friends across the miles, my relations far and wide and all the animals and birds a Happy, Happy, Yule.
I hope the light will always shine,
Upon your brows so true,
And may the turning of the wheel,
Bring good cheer to you.
Lots of love from, me: