Did I do Christmas right?

This time of year should be one of joy – but it also comes with its fair share of stresses. In her latest poem, exclusive to The Independent, Frieda Hughes tackles the ups and downs of the festive season

If I am not swollen-legged, footsore and confident that I have earned a lie-in until three hours after sun-up, then I am not doing it right (Frieda Hughes)

If I am not writing cards to every neighbour in my street,

Remembering names, adding children and sometimes forgetting

A visiting girlfriend, after decorating the tree the weekend before Christmas,