Carol Singers

It's Christmas and the chessmen
are singing at your door,
collecting funds for pawns,
who are often rather poor.

Their carol-singing's excellent;
they even know each word.
With no rushing through the verses,
they're the best you ever heard.

And when they've finished carolling,
wassailing they will go
(what we might call a pub-crawl,
though they're sliding through the snow).

Tomorrow they'll be sober
on the chessboard - that's their boast,
but for now they're drinking mulled-wine
as the king prepares a toast:

Merry Christmas, fellow chessmen,
and a happy yule to all.
May the new year bring fresh victories,
checkmates without a brawl.

poem © Celia Warren 2011

Guess how much fun I had knitting the hats and scarves for the chessmen!!

NB: The dolls' house in this picture was my Christmas present 53 years ago!

This is the latest in a series of adventures of my chessmen. Catch up with previous adventures here:

The Chessmen's Holiday

Chessmen in the Garden

Fool's Mate

Wedding on the Chessboard

Secret Moves

Chessmen at the Zoo

Gone Fishing

The Artist

Two Bishops in Bed

RIP (TNT)

A Drive in the Country

Singing in the Shower?

and

A Dalek on the Chessboard.