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.
Copyright © Caitlin Reilly | Year Posted 2009
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