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As the winter winds start to blow,

A gentle siren goes up in the air.

As the winds strengthen,

The urge to play Christmas carols grows.

The trees are full of lights,

And glowing colours fill the sky,

Because now home has its gates open,

And in comes everyone.

In groups, in pairs or walking alone.

We look around at the buildings,

And gather around the statue,

At the centre of Montfort,

And it all comes running back -

The hands you held, the laughs you shared,

And the paths upon which you can never trip,

Cause you know the nooks and crannies too well,

Like the lanes of your own heart.

Carols fill the air, and the excitement makes you want to

jump and dance with joy.

And it feels like a joyous recreation, a rekindling,

Of a past you crave to have back, with every inch of your heart.

But you realise in these moments,

Walking around in the embrace of the place that made you who you are,

And gave you more than perhaps any place can -

That it’s all the same, the friendships, the laughter, the lights -

If not in the present, in the memories your heart would cherish forever.

And the whole year suddenly feels like a blip,

As if just a minute ago, you were here, and now you’re back.

Back to the place that is home to each of us vagabonds.

Home, where the lights always twinkle, and the cold air is always full of Christmas cheer, memories and laughter.

We have gained much and lost much in the time that has passed,

But my love for you, dear Montfort, will never change,

I’ll always come back to you,

When the bells ring and the winter comes,

And even when, there is no reason to come,

But only my love and longing for you.

Again and again and again…