21 DECEMBER 1991, Page 64

Wrapping Up Warm

Warmth was an art When I challenged the cold To a jumping start At ten years old, When an icicle-chime On the breath-filled air Struck Christmas time And I was there With a slip and a slide And a skipping beat Wrapped up inside My package of heat Which is still the gift I remember best Though this strange, deep drift Seems unimpressed.

John Mole