by Olivia Hibbard
A winter evening is a cheerful, crackling fire
And at its very mention,
Family and stories spring
Ever and anon into my head.
A winter evening is blankets and stuffies,
Hot cider and salty popcorn
Daddy is reading and all is at peace.
This is my tale of a winter’s eve
So hasten to the fire
And maybe bring some popcorn
As we dream of a winter evening.