The Christmas Fire
2007 November 28
THE CHRISTMAS FIRE
The snow lies thick on the ground outside,
The wild winds have at last slowed and died.
The starry sky is both clear and wide,
It’s Christmas time in the countryside.
Cedar logs pack my Grandfather’s shed,
And their scent completely fills my head.
We gather the logs that will be fed
To the fire before we go to bed.
Kindling lights off the very first match,
The logs join in and the flames soon catch.
Grandmother’s bread is about to hatch,
Spread with the last apple butter batch.
Hear the sap pop and watch the sparks fly,
Up the flue they go to meet the sky.
Heat toasts my feet and they soon are dry,
Happiness like this you cannot buy.
©2007
Faerie♥Kat
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Nice…. good thing you live in Orlando…I just got my
bill for filling up my propane tank,, way up here where the
Yeti roam…its cold out dar….the paramedics did a good
job of shocking me back from the light…now all I have to
do is sell my first born son to pay off the propane bill….
You wouldn’t want a gnome child rug rat would you?…
They make good door stops….
Can you block drafts or generate electricity? If so, come on down. My blood’s thinned over the years and I get chilly when the sun don’t shine. And bring Puff; we’ll roast some marshmallows!
Wonderful poem! I am thankful we have forced air heat and don’t have to fill the propane tanks! The cost of keeping warm definitely has risen but reading your writing definitely warms the heart! Thank you for sharing! Sand in WV
Thanks, Sand; you’re such a sweetie! YOU warm MY heart!