Minna Thomas Antrim

Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.

Much as I hate constantly catching colds (although I think that has more to do with my housemates’ lack of basic hygiene standards – I can’t wait to show you the latest offence that occurred in my kitchen), I really love this season.


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