As the whole family gathers,

In the living room square.

A room west from the piano,

But right next to the stairs.

As the chilly wind blows,

Against the window seal.

It's the burning wood I smell,

And the warmth I can feel.

As the laughter fills the room,

And the chimney fills with smoke.

Orange tongues quickly dance around,

The darkened, placid oak.

I sit still and watch,

With a cup of co-co in my hand,

For the dark, smoky firewood keeps me from wanting to stand.

I have an urge to turn my head,

To see what's out afar.

To my eyes surprise,

Crisp, white snow flakes land gently upon the car.

I'm disturbed from my position,

For it is time to go to bed.

But the sweet smell of firewood,

Won't quickly leave my head.