The Old Man, poet.
(Excerpted from the Gijsberts Family Yule Letter, draft copy – with permission from Daan.) Cat fur, angora, sheep wool type stuff My house is full of all kinds of fluff! My wife is a crafty for the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) It’s such fun, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She gets to dress up, play princess and peasant At feast she dines on meatloaf hedgehogs and pheasant She dances and drinks, generally makes merry; She meets characters with names like The Duke of Castleberry; She’s immersed in medieval, a connoisseur of the past. And why not? Why … Continue reading The Old Man, poet.