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.