This cold night I wish to stroll down,
The night of December when it's all frown.

Igniting the woods and crawl down,
Around the fireplace I wanna built a small town.

All my comforts to be there and live like a hidden sun,
When the clouds will spread out I wanna go out and run.

But for now I wanna be in my quilt,
Snowing out is like a blessing but will be still staying in with this guilt.

Goosebumps come allover when I move out of this pleasure,
So am happy being here with all my treasure.


© Paricha24