The Winter Won't Chop Down This Tree

My ankles are chilly as it’s cold in this room
I should do my chores but I can’t find my broom
There’s dust on each surface and grit on the floor
Just a small path uniting me with the door

There’s only one clump of coal in my basket
To keep this place warm and fit to inhabit
I’ve run out of milk there’s a hole in my pocket
No tea in the pantry the fever is starting

The shuddering of windows as the wind says hello
I can hear all my children skip and play down below
Their laughter’s a smile to my worn tender face
Last evening they picked me some primrose and lace

We had us some porridge and bread with some milk
Our tummies wrapped gently in velvety silk
The raisins a treat from the bakery on Main Street
We may not have much but we have us a family
A blessing together our happy retreat
The cold of winter can’t chop down this tree

​We had us some porridge and bread with some milk
Our tummies wrapped gently in velvety silk
The raisins a treat from the bakery on Main Street
We may not have much but we have us a family
A blessing together our happy retreat
The cold of winter won’t chop down this tree
The cold of the winter won’t chop down this tree
The cold of the winter won’t chop down this tree

Brian Theoret
​12/14/24