All night Tippi and I lie with our arms wrapped around each other like rope. I bury my face in her neck and she wakes every now and then to kiss the top of my head
'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,' Muttered Father Christmas one year. 'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times. So, for a start, it's goodbye, reindeer.'
I saw a bride splendid in white garments I saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms, But some fell down or strangers took and ate them