…and not a creature was stirring

The wind howled across the snow-kissed plains.
The puddles turned to translucent mirrors.

Safe were the animals

Warm in their beds


I guess snow at Christmas time can bring out the poet in anyone.

Anyways it was the perfect morning for snuggle time, whether in the straw bales or gypsy wagon. Or by the fire drinking tea and making cookies.


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