It rained outside, incessantly,
Beating hard against the window pane
Making music magic for our story time
As we hold each other tight in arms
Under covers with the lamplight on,
Dappled on the pages that we hope
To lose ourselves within each night.
His body’s warm to touch, a cheek
That’s rosy with a fever pitch
He caught between the Christmas walks
And the fireworks in the midnight sky
To see the New Year in with love.
But stories are our great escape
From this week where dates all blend
Into a fairground coloured haze
And his heavy little body is
The only anchor to this crazy world.