This time of the year which it generally is at this time of the year when the snow sits light on the Landseer lions, a white-out but who'd spend a night out in this?

The thin veil between being a success or one who will fail gets thinner still
there will be lonely this Christmas and far from home
those who are
homeless and penniless and chilled through to the bone,

what Carol shall we sing to them?
not God rest ye because there are no merry gentlemen
but there are plenty of mental health problems,

Landseer growls
his lions growl
the winds still howl
and drown out the noise of
those crying.