WINTER

WHEN THE NORTH WIND BLOWS SO HARD THAT THE CRACKS IN THE OLD HOUSE MOAN

    LIKE A TIRED OLD GHOST OF A LOVE LONG GONE,

    MISERABLY WANDERING ALONE.

WE WILL SIT BEFORE THE FIRE, TOASTING MARSHMALLOWS OVER THE COALS.

HOT CHOCOLATE WARMS OUR BODIES AND SOULS;

POPCORN WAITS IN THE BOWLS.

WE WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER, FOREVER AS HUSBAND AND WIFE.

    WALKING HAND IN HAND FOR THE REST OF OUR LIFE

    THOUGH THE WORLD WITH PROBLEMS IS RIFE.