Winter day in a cottage

Just got home from a trip for Christmas.
Snowballs flying, the people throwing the
snowballs stand outside with red faces.
Quick huddle together for warmth.
Mum fumbles the key.

It takes a bit to unlock the door
but mum being mum manages.
"ooh i could do with a nice cup of
tea." Dad suggests.
Mum begins making teas and
coffees obediently.
Dad stocks up the fire.

Ooh toasty warm at last.
We can change out of these soggy,
smelly cloths at last.
Mum brings through a coffee or tea
for everybody and a couple of slices
of buttered toast.

Once more the winter in the
cottage is like a cottage winter.
Huddled round the fire everybody
starts telling old folk and ghost tales.
Up until midnight the children walked
sagged upstair to bed.