Monday Night

Curled up on the couch,

a cup of tea next to me.

There is a fire crackling in the fireplace.

It’s snowing outside,

but that’s ok,

because we don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow.

I can hear my husband snoring in the other room – he’s pretending to watch football.

Kids are already in bed.

The tree is twinkling in the window,

and the stockings are lined up like toy soldiers.

A dog at my feet,

the cat at my elbow.

Peace.