Christmas In My Kitchen Poem by Catherine Habbie

Christmas In My Kitchen

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It's freezing weather outside
I have my mittens held on tight
Cold walls beckon me home
My scarf wound up like a pome

I fumble for my keys
I battle with the beastly bees
I clamber up the stony steps
Eager for that cosy nest

I shed my winter wear
For more comfy wooly bears
I cuddle up on the sofa
But it feels so cold and rough

I spy the warmth from afar
Not tempted all at once
I'm wrapped in my soft housecoat
Not ready to rock the boat

I venture to that nasty den
That makes me cook all morn n even
A brilliant surprise awaits me
In the kettle is tea bubbling for me

It's warm as toast in here
With roast on a spear
There are aromas floating
N gastric juices flowing

I hate to admit this
But it is true, I'm not ravin
It's Christmas in my kitchen
As I sink in heavenly bliss

Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas,kitchen
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 04 November 2019

And what a kitchen this would be! To my list

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