A prisoner from Northern Ireland who had to make do with jail rather than bail has won a poetry competition by writing about how he misses home.
To be fair an inmate of some way, shape or form was likely to win this one as the competition was run by the Northern Ireland Prison Ombudsman.
The winner wasn't named but here's the poem and a link to the Belfast Telegraph story.
Happy Christmas, hope you're doing well
I wish you joy from my prison cell
I'm sorry I can't be by your side
But I'll be there for next yuletide
My heart is with you I hope you know
I long to meet you by the mistletoe
The sparkles, the spangles, the tinsel, the tree
The presents, the turkey, the carols, no me
But I've learned a lesson it's true to tell
I'm sober, I'm drug free and I'm doing well
My present to you is I've changed my life
Happy Christmas my parents, my children, my wife