Seasons Greetings

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