My Cardboard Balcony

Christmas Limerick by Belinda Roddie They say that only once a year is a day dedicated to cheer. But the carols I sing will ring from now to spring in my heart and for all who will hear.

The fire was still alive and kicking, and unlike the songs implied, we weren't goodbye-ing quite yet. But we were conspiring - some holiday tunes did hit it spot on. Katie poured us both hot cocoa spiked with peppermint schnapps, and we stirred our marshmallows around the chocolate-y broth with peppermint sticks. I kissed her on the cheek and stroked her woolly, tacky Christmas sweater sleeve.