Winter is a feast of festivals celebrating light and rebirth following the darkest days and nights. Today’s word square is a celebration of festivals and some symbols associated with them.
The emphasis on light and lighting is the main reason I love the Christmas period, and I tend to decorate early in the month so I can enjoy our Christmas tree for as long as possible, but once we’re moving back towards the light again I’m happy to take it all down and pack it away for another year.
The challenge is to use one word from each column and weave them into a story, a poem, a paragraph or even a first sentence. Alternatively, you can join the word square experts who attempt to use every single word in their piece. Kudos to Lesley Mason and Iain McGrath who regularly manage this linguistic feat.
Please feel free to leave your effort below or link to it if it’s on your own website. Alternatively, if you are time-strapped share the title you might use, a first or last paragraph, or even a stanza from a poem, or some lyrics.
My effort is below (I’m not an expert!)
Holly and Ivy turned together as they heard a familiar voice call out ‘Yoo hoo’.
Mistletoe was treading lightly across the grass towards their side of the Yule bonfire dressed in a shimmering silver confection she was supposed to keep for best.
They shared a look, you know the one that says something stronger than ‘oh dear’ and turned back to the fire hoping she hadn’t seen them notice her.
It didn’t matter, she was by their sides in seconds. ‘Hello you two, for a minute there I thought you hadn’t seen me’.
The twins shared another glance, plastered false smiles on their faces and nodded.
Holly was the first to speak. ‘I thought mum said you weren’t allowed to come to the Yule bonfire?’
Mistletoe pouted. ‘I’m not missing this, it’s the one bit of excitement we get in the middle of Winter and besides, mum’s gone to bed early so what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her’.
Ivy wasn’t so sure mum wouldn’t find out but didn’t say anything, after all it might be better to let Mistletoe find out for herself just what their mother did and didn’t know when she next looked into the golden glow of the Yule candles.
Now it’s your turn. Why not use the comment area below to share your own festive offering?