Sandy ground, tourist filled beaches
Only the humid orange sun
No freezing your piggy toes
In calf high leather boots
No crunch on the ice taking in your footsteps
Then stomped off
On that snow smitten welcome mat
Where the trees change
By the days of each season
The brisk fireplace inside
Where the logs burn
We share this moment
Cuddled together in silence
With that one blanket shared
We sipped our hot chocolate
Burning our tongues
But we knew we were safe and warm
Inside our humble home
Now that I'm warm though
I want to spend more
Of those cold nights
Alongside the ones I love
Because if I Freeze
Ill know I'll be stuck onto you.
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