Wrapped up in bobble hats
And borrowed scarves,
With fluffy socks tucked inside boots,
and hands tucked inside jumper sleeves
where we wipe cold noses
being nipped by winter.
We pop inside for a coffee
and a catch-up;
The warmth from inside steamed up
The cold from outside frosting up
We can only see hazes of
coloured lights and street lights
and shapes of people passing by
with shopping bags and old friends.
Jingle bells play over the clinks
of teacups and plates
and cosy conversation.
It’s the most wonderful time
Of the year.