Who doesn’t love an advent calendar with a window to open each day? In 2022, Duffy’s christmas poem focuses on the windows lit up on a dark night on Advent Street. There’s a ballerina, a small tangerine bird, Christmas trees and Hanukkah candles

Old age in its armchair.

Babies lifted from cribs, presents.

Teenagers lit by laptops – young saints

their guardians below, passing and laying

the plates onto the tables.

Advent Street

And then the last window is reached and the person wandering, looking in the windows, lonely and wanting to be whole, is invited in for a meal.

I love these little christmas poetry books, each illustrated by a different illustrator, this one by Yelena Brysenkovak. I have all of them.