There’s laughter
Flowing out of the sweet mouth of a rosy babe
The crisp crunch of snow causing her glee
Running, tripping, racing
In the deep, cold snow
To the warm, welcoming cabin
We reach the steps, full of laughter
Our faces red from the cold
Fingers numb, feet froze
The fire entices us, begging to help
We lay on the rug, worn from our play
The smell of warm, rich hot chocolate
Wafts throu...
