Contributed by Nan Potts
I’m dreaming of some hot coffee,
Just like the ones Mom used to brew.
Where the bubbles glisten
And I would listen
To hear when the perk was through.
I’m dreaming of some nice coffee,
Poured in a rustic, hand thrown mug.
Where the steam it rises,
And it surprises
The nose with a friendly hug.
I dreaming of some hot coffee,
With every Christmas card I read.
May your cups be cheery and warm.
May they all help weather every storm.