Cosy at Christmas

It’s a grim, murky grey out in the world;
as the waving flames from the birchwood fire keeps us warm indoors –
our cheeks rosy, rosier than Santa’s hat;
Bing’s on the radio,
his voice velvet and relaxing;
amid the rustling Holly and ivy wrapping paper,
and tearing kraft-tape;
the Christmas lights could send me to sleep,
twinkling slowly, mesmerising;
but there’s prep to do;
a ginger cake to bake,
and toffee sauce to create,
– both from scratch;
the temptation of a powenap is stronger still;
the Nordic Sherpa blanket’s just been draped over me;
and I’m toastier than a marshmallow;

– well 5 minutes of snoozing won’t hurt,
I’ll just have a couple more quality street first.



I hope you enjoyed this poem and my Haiku Advent Calender. I’ll be releasing another poem on Christmas Eve along with a final haiku.

I’d just like to say a huge Merry Christmas and a Feliz Navidad.

Take It Easy

Paul

December Nights

finding comfort 
in a chunky knit sweater
and sherpa-lined socks
hands clasped around my favourite mug
the steamy scent of hot ginger wine
waltzing in the air
with the aroma of an oud wood candle
while the crackle of beechwood
burning on the tv
soothes selflessly
the hardest choice I have
is deciding what book to get lost in.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this poem.

Paul