• On window panes, the icy frost
    Leaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed,
    But in our house the Christmas tree
    is decorated festively
    With tiny dots of colored light
    That cozy up this Winter night.
    Christmas songs, familiar slow,
    Play softly on the radio.
    Pops and hisses from the fire
    Whistle with the bells and choir.
    My tiger is now fast asleep
    On his back and dreaming deep.
    When the fire makes him hot,
    he turns to warm whatever’s not.
    Propped against him on the rug,
    I give my friend a gentle hug.
    Tomorrow’s what I’m waiting for,
    But I can wait a little more.