On Winter Nights
On winter nights we sit by a roaring log fire
toasting crumpets with a long-handled fork;
(it is a skill that’s not easy to acquire)
while we relax after a week of hard work.
We feel bright and cosy in our warm room
and although the weather is said to be dire
we abandon thoughts of gloom and doom.
It is peace and tranquillity that we require.
Grandpa, on the sofa, is drinking dry sherry;
he is feeling sleepy and perhaps he’ll retire.
The kids are thrilled, frolicsome and merry
but it is snow and snow fights they desire.
They look at the sky to see if the weather
is going to be kind and will change its mind.
Lo and behold: a snowflake, light as a feather,
is followed by another of a similar kind.
They are mightily relieved and full of elation
and will not consider that they’re unkind
being able to play, as they’re on vacation,
while the grownups go back to the grind.
© Luigi Pagano