In the deep slumber of winter,
I am welcomed by the warmth of a fire.
The evening's snowfall,
Like a million tiny stars, each giving me little winks of glinter.
Just me, my dog, and the fire.
The house is so silent, no sound is present, not even of a distant choir.
And I begin to conspire,
While I lay here in the nest of my home, all cozied up, just like a mouse.
Listening to the winds of winter, while it rustles my house.
What more could be desired?
The warm, dancing orange hue seems to raise my spirit anew.
I find comfort here, confined in my home,
Nothing else is required.
I am welcomed by the warmth of a fire.
The evening's snowfall,
Like a million tiny stars, each giving me little winks of glinter.
Just me, my dog, and the fire.
The house is so silent, no sound is present, not even of a distant choir.
And I begin to conspire,
While I lay here in the nest of my home, all cozied up, just like a mouse.
Listening to the winds of winter, while it rustles my house.
What more could be desired?
The warm, dancing orange hue seems to raise my spirit anew.
I find comfort here, confined in my home,
Nothing else is required.
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