by
Louisa
ittle children rugged up warm Looking through the window pane.Sipping warm milk in teddybear mugs Winter's come again.
Time to get all toasty warm Every heater on.
Load the logs onto the fire The warm weather's gone. Reading by the cosy fire Wishing it was warm.
Looking through the frosted window At the winter storm.
Snuggling up in doonas soft Hot waterbottles in.
Little children fall asleep On their face, a grin.
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