Fires roaring;
Rain pouring;
Snuggling up;
Coffee cups;
Porridge oats;
Padded coats;
Snowball fights;
Early nights;
Sniffs and sneezes;
Freezing breezes;
Short, dark days;
Browns and greys;
Frozen fingers;
Carol Singers;
Icy puddles;
Warming cuddles;
Frozen lakes;
Christmas cakes;
Tea and toast;
Sunday roast;
Bonfire Night;
Christmas lights;
Pantomimes;
Party time;
Fur-lined boots;
Santa suits;
Hats and scarves;
Nice, hot baths;
Snow falling;
Santa calling;
Casseroles;
Soup in bowls;
Cheeks all rosy;
Feeling cosy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you manage to make it all rhyme and you have totally captured winter there too. Great!