“Why I love winter” by James Aitchison

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Hot soup in a cup,

almost too hot to hold.

With fresh buttered bread,

or toast coloured gold.

The rain patters down

but I’m snug as can be,

wrapped in a blanket

and watching TV.

My dog cuddles close

and my cat is asleep.

I’m cosy and warm

all winter so deep.

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