My December Song, with Apologies to Sammy Cahn

by Marie Elena

Our Christmas Tree, 2024

My December Song, with Apologies to Sammy Cahn

Though the weather outside is frightful,
from my window, it’s delightful.
While sipping my steaming tea,
turn the thermostat up one degree.

While my husband clears off our driveway
on this high of only 5 day,
my kitchen’s warm sugar scent
made me weak – I confess!  I repent!

When he finally comes inside,
gets a whiff of the goodies I made,
sees the guilt that I just can’t hide –
think he’d believe they’re mislaid?                       

Oh the weather outside’s now icing,               
and our flannels’ so enticing.
Keith joins me for one last tea;
turns the thermostat down one degree.

While we gaze at our Christmas tree,
we hear winds howling outside our door.
Nestling close while we sip Chablis,
I feel the draft on our floor.                                                

Though the temperature’s turning bitter,
here inside, the tree’s a-glitter,
and the fireplace is aglow.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Turns the thermostat up …

© Marie Elena Good 2024