Cosy up fireside with a cup of hot chocolate and 'Winter Time', a poem by Scottish novelist Robert Louis Stevenson
This Christmas we’re celebrating the 24 days of advent with a special activity each day for you to enjoy wherever you are in the world.
To keep the festive spirits high in this week leading up to Christmas, we’re sharing the inspiring poem Winter-Time by Scottish novelist, Robert Louis Stevenson.
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
If you missed day 20 of The Fife Arms Festive Advent Calendar, have no fear – you can find out more here.