It’s dark, it’s cold and leaves drift down.
To rest softly upon the frozen ground.
‘Till they’re covered by gentle snow.
That will put them to bed, with a cover of cold.
The littles are tucked into their beds.
The table is still full of leftovers, turkey, pumpkin pie, bread,
cranberry sauce, cookies, stuffing, yams and more.
And as I watch it starts to snow.
I’m glad I have a home.