I sit and stare at the fireplace in front of me
The stockings now hang empty above
as the season comes to an end
A goofy-faced iridescent snowman sits atop
a smile so wide you can almost hear it laugh
The fireplace is lit - the flames flicker up and down
At first glance the flames appear to be simple orange flicks
But, upon a more detailed look - my eyes can see so much more
The flames they flicker up and down - some are low and some are high
The orange glow now seems to include a little blue, some yellow too
and even flicks of red
The heat of the flames fills up the room
What once was rather chilly is now so comforting and warm
The warmth it then engulfs me and brings me so much peace
I sit and I stare at the fireplace in front of me
Slowly my eyelids begin to flutter - heavier and heavier they become
Before I know it I am drifting off to sleep
with images of the oranges flickers of light letting off the heat