At the flames I sit and stare
By the fire in a comfy chair
Just Hobo, me and cheese on toast
I can’t be arsed to cook a roast
There’s endless coffee by the pot
Then maybe something by the tot
Later there’ll be tea and cake
It’s all for me, no give and take
I’ll read my book, put up my feet
Soaking up that lovely heat
And marvel at the gorgeous glow
As through my windows sunbeams flow
I’m doing festive my own way
It cheers my soul and makes my day
Different strokes for different folks.
I hope your Christmas is everything you hoped for and here’s to next year; bring it on.
All the very best for the season to you all.
Boatbird xx
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