It’s snowing and you will not wear your gloves
because your fingers need to hold on
to a chocolate Christmas tree biscuit.

We went into Greggs
to try the vegan festive bake
but the sweet branches were irresistible.

I said you could eat it on the train if you like
with a flippant tongue to keep us moving
and here you are twenty minutes later,
the Patron Saint of Literalism, in my arms,
still using yours to hold on to temptation.

© Carl Burkitt 2022