Dripping wet long johns, hanging by
the fire. From an evening of sledding,
the children retire. Hot chocolate and
kisses, then their sent to their beds.
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This sound fun and feel like a warm night you have for years and still alive in you...and the last lines i was giggled its like their mothers said oh finally they sleep and i can get rest hahahahahaha...nice poem again Rebecca, i like it
This is just wonderful write...thanks for sharing..