Snowy Night

The Christmas lights are glowing,
Weather’s wildly snowing.
One thing I am knowing –
It’s lovely to be home.

The radiator’s hissing,
My honey’s here for kissing.
There’s nothing I am missing –
No place I’d rather roam.

The wine is poured and waiting,
The dinner prepped for plating
And I’m anticipating –
An ending for this poem.