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