Christmas morning

Freezing cold outside

Gusty wind

Blurring snow

A small log cabin

high up in the mountains

Snowdrifts against the walls

Untouched white valley

way down below

A frozen snowcat

is playing

hide and seek

Warm and cozy inside

A frying pan

on top of a glowing

potbellied stove

A smell of bacon, toasts

and steaming hot coffee

Four candles are lit

A young Newfoundland

under the table

is warming my feet

Almost heaven

A real Christmas gift

The daylight’s slowly chasing

the night away

“Are you already up?

You’re bloody alert

in the morning.”

A messy voice of Ann

from inside a sleeping bag

“Merry Christmas darling!

Time for breakfast!”

“You’re an angel

My crazy angel.”

“Thanks, and in need

of company.”

“Your company.”

© Kjell Åhsberg