a pot of chili and cornbread,
warm & fresh from the oven —
butter, slathered generously
a cold glass of Ovaltine
winter tummies, satisfyingly fed
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That sounds perfect, Julie. Your poem captures the delights of a cozy winter. 🙂 Happy Holidays.
Thank you, D!!