Give me the hush
of a pillowed January morning,
snug as a fur-robed ermine
in its muffled den.

With another Christmas stored
in photographs
cookies in the freezer
boxes in the attic
and an extra pound or two on me,
December’s pressures
melt from my shoulders
like butter in hot buttered rum.

Cocooned in fleece,
I sink into my tufted mushroom chair
with a mug of hot chocolate
and a book I won’t finish till spring.

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