The Chatterwrites
The winter weave of snow and ice
Cold outside, so I'll think twice
Before I open door and venture
Through the trees to nestled town
But there's a tavern there I know
Where warm fire sparks
And faces glow
Christmas spirit
In abundance
Sharing tales
Festive indulgence
The Chatterwrites are in full flow
Rhyming words like mistletoe
All good friends their glasses chime
They celebrate the best of times
Here there's shelter from the cold
Swapping stories, first time told
Endless possibilities
Thread toward epiphanies
Joy of words and celebration
Rejoice, the pen of new creations
