Well it wouldn't be Christmas without a poem from UA Fanthorpe, Christmas chronicler extraordinaire.
I just love how she can turn an ordinary moment or event - in this case travelling home for Christmas - into a magical musing. Or how many wondrous angles she can get on the Christmas story. (This poem, by the way, reminds me so much of 'A Spaceman Came Travelling' by Chris deBurgh - if you don't know it, have a listen)
Christmas Traffic - UA Fanthorpe
Three, two, one, liftoff
Signals Mission Control. And off they go
To the dark parts of the planets
In their pressurised spacesuits,
Cocooned in technology, the astronauts.
Mission control whispers in someone’s ear.
Yes, she says, I will. And in due time
A different traveller makes a quieter journey,
Arriving hungry, naked, but true to instructions,
Docking on Earth, taking the one small step.