Read a book by the warm fire.
Moments can’t get any brighter.
Let the snow fall outside.
I will keep warm inside.
No need to fight the drifts.
I’ll stay with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low.
The winds are about to blow.
I snuggled further beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.