It’s December - feeling cold

‘Stay warm and safe,’ so I’ve been told

The ice is on the window pane

When will I be warm again?

Hot water bottle. That’s the trick

My hands are cold.  I’m feeling sick

A single candle for a fire

It’s central heating I desire

Sitting in a hat and coat

An ancient scarf  around my throat

A bowl of soup, a cup of tea

That should be enough for me

It’s nearly seven. Off to bed

The woolly hat still on my head

I slide onto a chilly sheet.

I keep my socks upon my feet

I pull the blankets to my chin

Growing old?  It seems a sin

I leave the light on in the hall

A Merry Christmas to you all