Dark is the outside night
While cozy in a blanket tight
With some cocoa from the cook
I'm armed with chair, lamp and book
The fire is pumping friendly heat
While I read of people I couldn't meet
A winter storm whirls beyond the door
"Have some soup, there's plenty more!"
We feel safe inside our homes
From the outside cold which roams
But a few moments of Mother Nature's grit
And the boundary could be quickly split
Perhaps, (indeed, for sure) we should remember
Those without homes this raw December.
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