Ahh Soup!

I'm horrified!

You all left me here,

In this ghostly house,

Watching snow fall down the window-

pane;

But I shall not moan!

I will laugh at those chattering jaws,

And;

Blue fingers,

I see when you walk through the door,

Complaining about today's icy temperatures.

Aaaah!

There's nothing quite like sitting in front

of the orange glow of a cozy fire,

Sipping soup,

And listening to the mellow sound of music on

my stereo,

As I await your return.

Soup heals the horrors of being alone in this

lonely house,

On a cold winters day.

In you come,

Complaining that your cockles are so cold,

They are falling off!

I laugh a comforting silent laugh,

Because;

While you are freezing,

My fingers and toes have been beautifully warmed by

a rich, spicy soup.

All I can say is,

Ahhh soup!