Warmth

December's here, the wind blows North, It chills my bones, I need some warmth, I need the fire, the coal's stacked high, My cosy slippers, and apple pie. I crave that heat, my cosy home, Not the frozen pond, nor frosted gnome, My feather quilt, my comfy bed, Tomato soup and crusty bread. Three pairs of socks, a woolly hat, Sheepskin mitts, that's where it's at! The kitchens warm, the fire glows, I sit by it and warm my toes.